A furious volley of shots drowned out the shouting, eliciting a shrill cry of surprise from Julie. Jesus, what the fuck's going on out there? she thought to herself, and on the heels of that, Oh God, Tom. Suddenly sick with fear for her friend, heedless of her own personal safety, she shoved through the door and into the lobby. In truth, the fact that her own life might be at stake never crossed Julie's mind. Her only concern was for Tom.
As she came hurtling out of the bathroom the first thing to catch Julie's eye was a thug crouching off to her right, blasting away. The target of his gun fire was obscured by the wall separating the cooking area from the lobby, which ran perpendicular to the lady's restroom, but even though she couldn't see his target she had a pretty good idea who it was.
An empty aisle, nearly 25 feet long, lined by tables, stood between Julie and the plaid wearing gunman.
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