[dcs_p]After standing up Jasmine shot once in the man’s direction, catching him off guard
as he fiddled with his weapon. He ducked quickly and had apparently not been
expecting any further resistance. Jasmine decided she would close the distance
between her and the door, then try to kill or wound him while leaving the room.
She jumped up onto the computer tables, jumping from one to another and
leapfrogging her way to the front of the room. Her briefcase in one hand and her
slugthrower in the other, she looked awkward yet efficient in her quick move to
safety.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Stopping three desks from the front of the room, Jasmine again fired towards the
man. She had lost sight of him, but it seemed he was hiding under the front
table. She hoped he would reveal himself soon.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Unfortunately the man had crawled under the second table. He rose off the
ground just as Jasmine prepared to jump onto the second table. Stopping short
of her jump, she aimed and fired. By now her heart was racing and her lungs
were burning. She had to take a breath soon. Her unsteady hands partially
failed her as she missed her target’s head. However she did manage to hit the
man in the left shoulder, the same arm in which he held his gun. Just as
Jasmine’s bullet hit home in his muscular tissues, the hitman’s own gun fired back
at Jasmine. She could do nothing to dodge the bullet, and was hit in her lower
left chest.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Unlike her enemy, Jasmine was not wearing a flak vest. The bullet stopped short
of tearing completely through her body, lodging itself against the back side of her
ribcage. She remained standing, but dropped the briefcase as the sudden rush
of pain filled her body. She took aim and fired again as her enemy tried to
recover his aim, which had been thrown off by the damage done to his shoulder.
This time Jasmine hit him in the hand grasping his gun. Unable to hold the
weapon, his arm dropped to his side as he cursed aloud.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Jasmine quickly grabbed the briefcase again, ensuring it was kept out of the
hitman’s hands. Her enemy took advantage of her reduced guard, and knocked
Jasmine’s gun out of her hand and onto the desk behind her. It seemed as
though she would have to outrun him or attempt to disable him in hand to hand
combat.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Her mind racing for ideas, Jasmine suddenly realized the man was not wearing a
gas mask. Either he was immune to his own poisons or he had killed the blond
man by some other means. Chancing everything, Jasmine inhaled to fill her
burning lungs with oxygen. She then realized her left lung was punctured, and
that she required immediate medical attention. Air leaked from the wound,
destabilizing her breathing and bringing on a sudden sense of impending doom.
Jasmine’s enemy took advantage of her newfound weakness. Grabbing onto her
thin leg with his right hand, he pulled her off balance and knocked her onto her
back. By pulling even harder, he dragged her frail body across the desk.
Jasmine tried to hold onto something, but nothing could help her at the moment.
The computer screens and dataport drives were too small to provide her with any
kind of anchor. She fell off the desk and onto the floor. The bald man towered
over her, looking down to her and grinning.[/dcs_p]