Less than a minute after I get into position, the main door flings open.
I can’t see it; I can only hear it bang against the wall. What I don’t hear is the sound of it closing again.
Heavy footsteps enter the office, and I hold my breath.
Please don’t let this be a mistake.
The man stomps to the bathroom door.
It rattles in the frame.
“You think a little door will stop me?” He chuckles. “This is just foreplay.”
There’s a loud thud as he slams into the door.
I have to slap my empty hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
Fear courses through my veins.
I’ve never been more scared in my whole life.
I don’t want to be alone with this man.
There’s a second hit, and the man grunts.
I lower my hand and pull in a deep breath.
A third hit is accompanied by the sound of wood splintering.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he taunts, stepping past the wreckage of the bathroom door.
And that’s when I climb out from under the desk and run as fast as I can for the open door.
My bare feet slap against the floor as adrenaline spikes through my body.
The man shouts something, having seen me, but I don’t look back.
I want to close the office door behind me. I want to lock him inside. But I can’t risk slowing down.
The piece of mirror shines in my hand as my arms pump, and I rush through the doorway into the hall.
And that’s when all hell breaks loose.
Somewhere below me, gunfire erupts.
A lot of gunfire erupts.
It’s so much. So loud.
I can also hear glass shattering and men screaming, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
Because it means Hans is here.
