She zipped up her designer leather jacket that cool, sunny, Saturday morning in Brooklyn. She headed down the avenue towards the old, mom and pop breakfast spot at the end of the corner. She had received a call 45 minutes prior to head there.
As she made her way passed Ralph’s bookstore, she was stopped dead in her tracks at the entrance of an alley.
“POW! POW!” The echo of 2 gunshots rang out as a man fell flat on his back, bleeding from his chest.
2 men in dark clothing looked up and saw her standing, watching with her mouth wide open.
“Get her!” demanded one of the men, as they began running her direction, leaving the victim slain at their feet.
She took off, top speed, across the busy street, barely missing a taxi as the driver honked and cursed at her.
She looked back to find the men hot on her tracks as she sped through another alley. She jumped ontop of a large trash bin and grabbed a hold of the bottom of a fire escape. Climbing onto it, she had just enough room to leap onto a wooden fence.
Giving another glance behind her, one man was climbing onto the trash bin as the other made a right down the street.
As she landed on the back patio of a bar, she hurried through the glass doors of the hole in the wall…
