Jimmy gripped her arm and dragged her into the bathroom, pushing her into the tub he crept out the door softly clicking it shut behind him.
Just then he heard pieces of glasses crunch under heavy boots and the distinctive sound of a gun barrel being drawn back and snapped shut.
“Wtf? I definitely don’t like the sound of that” though Jimmy as his eyes dashed around the room looking for a place to hide. A rust old wrought iron desk stood against the wall under the window against which Jimmy now crouched.
“Scheiße! My gun! It’s in the loo with that moronic woman!” muttered Jimmy under his breath. The sound of crunching boots was getting closer now and there wasn’t anytime.
Jimmy leant back resigning himself to his fate.
The sound of the footsteps had now stopped. Jimmy could hear the man’s labored breathing as he stood in the doorway, and pressed himself closer against the side paneling of the table trying furtively to blend into its flaky exterior.
And then for the second time that day, Jimmy saw Orion’s Belt flash before his eyes.
