In the end her will to live won out, and she could not bring herself to commit to an act of bravery. Instead Julie let the door slip shut and waited quietly while outside the restroom a fierce battle was waged. The sheer number of shots was staggering, leaving Julie to speculate about the odds Tom faced. It was doubtful any of the gunmen were on Tom's side. Tom wasn't part of a gang, he had always likened joining a gang to joining the military - you were signing your life away, but he had enemies that were. How many were out there? How many could he possibly fend off? In the confines of the restroom, all she could do was draw useless inferences based on the rattle of gunfire.
After the first fifteen seconds or so the frequency of the shots had tapered off some, which hopefully meant Tom had thinned his attackers' ranks. When all this was followed by a few more sporadic shots, and then a shout of, "I got him!" Julie's heart sank. That shout had not come from Tom, which could only mean one thing.
Still, Julie felt a compelling desire to go out and see for herself. How long should she wait before it was safe?
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