Along comes a gunman.

You think about the choices for a moment but have never been in the alley or the nightclub proper. You open your mouth to say something when you both hear loud steps coming down the hall. Jules looks at you.

"Back up against the desk and look scared and cute at the same time," Jules whispers as she grabs a folding chair from the corner and stands against the wall next to the door. You back up against the desk and give her a sour look as the door opens. You put your hands in the air palms out and see a young-looking Latino guy standing in the doorway. He's about 5' 10", maybe 19 or 20? and is wearing jeans and a yellow tank top. Of course, your eyes are drawn to the gun in his hand. At least it's pointing down at the moment and you don't have to worry about an itchy trigger finger.

"OK chica," he says with a smile. "This doesn't have to get violent. Just be a good puta, turn around and put your hands palms down on the desk so I can make sure you aren't armed. Then I'll call the boss to collect you up."

You nod and offer your best scared voice, which isn't hard because you are absolutely terrified.

"Whatever you say, sir. I'd like for this to end without you adding a few more holes to my body that weren't there when I woke up."

You make a show of slowly spinning around and putting your palms down on the desk. You make sure to knock your purse to the floor so he doesn't mistakenly think you're reaching for it. You also take care to bend your lower back down slightly to make your butt stick out a bit. Better he thinks with his little head instead of his trigger finger.

"You must be Tiffany," he says. You imagine you can feel his eyes on you from behind. "Nice ass honey. Pull your pants down slowly now, baby. That way I can make sure you aren't packing." You stifle the smartass remark that popped into your head and nod.

"Yes sir."

You reach for your waistband and peel it over your bottom, making sure not to do anything remotely sudden. You lift it over your hips and let it fall to the ground. You hear him whistle and then you hear a loud slam and hear him hit the ground.

You hear Jules giggle.

"You can turn around, Red. I got him."

You stand up, grab your pants, and pull them up.

"Sooner would have been nice, perv."

"It was a nice sight, Simone but I wanted to make 100% sure he was occupied. The whistle was a good sign of that. Would you like me to wait until they frisk you next time?"

You turn around and see him crumpled to the floor with a small pool of blood next to his head. She's standing there with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. You watch her kneel down, grab his weapon, and put it in her purse.

"Sorry, Red. I don't think you have any gun training so I'll keep both."

"I can make do with the mace. I don't think I can kill any of us with that."

Jules nods, "I think gangsta man here probably came from the alley. It's the closest way in the building from here. We'd probably be better off trying that. At least we can be sure it isn't the police now."

"Sounds good to me. You know this place better than I do."

Jules peeks out the doorway, looks both ways and gestures for you to follow. You grab your gym bag and purse, then follow down the hall. It only takes a couple of minutes to get to the end of the passage. There is a set of double doors with a fire push bar on it waist-high. The blonde looks back at you.

"If he came in here, the alarm is off. If not, we best be ready to run because people will know something is up. To the right, the alley leads to Second Street. It should be busy enough to disappear into the crowd. The left would take us in front of the club and that's probably bad. Ready?"

You nod at Jules as she reaches out and pushes the door open.