Not being the focus of the two men and one woman was a nice change. Oliv folded her hand in a thin V and slipped it out of the handcuff. She looked up to see if anyone had noticed, and she really wouldn’t have been that disappointed if one of her captors had, because, well, that had been pretty cool. All four were facing the open door though, guns held like they knew how to use them. Oliv stood. There was the front door, which wasn’t an option, and a door to her right, probably a bathroom. She sidestepped, keeping her eyes on the people packing guns, edging towards the bathroom. On her way, she passed the kitchen counter and noticed a piece of paper with writing on it. It looked like a list. Oliv shoved the paper into her pocket then inched into the bathroom. She closed the door, locked it, and considered her options. There was a full window with cheap plastic blinds. She peaked through the blinds and found she was seven or eight floors above ground. Oliv turned and looked back at the closed bathroom door. She didn’t make up her mind until she heard gunfire. The window it was.
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