"Okay, I'll admit I didn't see that coming," Lana said casually to Ray as they hid behind the large wooden table.
Bullets, energy bolts and shouts and screams of mean men populated the small room. Occasionally a few rounds would impact the table and splinters of wood showered the two. The muffled sound of loud music could still be heard coming from the exterior, but so could shouts of men - who are no doubt more guards concerned about their former boss. They must have discovered the limp body of the bartender as they pounded the locked door. Both Lana and Ray knew they could not stay in this confined and dangerous room for any longer.
In the midst of chaos and confusion, Lana poked her head out to the side to get a view on the situation. Some of the combatants were wounded but the majority of them were still returning fire at each other behind cover. A stray shot scraped by and Lana recoiled. She worked up the courage and peeked again, this time at her surroundings. She could see a small backdoor in the corner, obviously built for emergency retreat in case the police feel like raiding the den. Too bad the poor bastard won't get to use it - Lana thought.
Lana took the initiative and told Ray, "okay, I'll smoke the place up when they come through. You'll carry the package and we'll both lay down cover fire. Then we're gonna run like hell for that door." She pointed at their escape route.
Ray nodded.
The front door was blasted open and the remaining guards began to pour through. Lana clicked the controls on two smoke grenades and lobbed them towards the hallway one after another. Clouds of thick smog surged from the projectiles.
"Now!"
Lana pointed her pistol in the direction of the hallway and let off a dozen of searing laser energy. Then she got up, turned and ran. Ray followed.
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