The man she held the gun to was a bandit, about a foot taller than her, and a bit muscular. Slowly, he raised his hands over his head.
"You've got me." he said. "What do you want?"
"Who's your partner?" Lisa asked.
"Nother bandit." he replied vaguely. "That all?"
Lisa looked back cautiously.
"Don't move." she commanded.
Backing up cautiously, yet quickly, she reached her door, locked it, and began walking back. The bandit, seeing his opprotunity, reached for his gun and began turning. Lisa was at a huge advantage here, but she didn't want to kill the man. Then again, if she didn't, she could end up being the one on the floor.
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