A Ballet of Bullets

We would have to cross a lot of open ground, and the stress of the situation did what it did best for Sarah. Her precognition went into absolute overdrive as she led us through their withering fields of gunfire while calling out targets she knew we could hit.

We would have been a bizarre sight as we ran, walked, knelt, and dived in seemingly random directions. Bullets ripped through the soil, throwing dirt clods into the air, half blinding us. Still, somehow Sarah got us into the debatable cover of the closest attraction: The Hall of Mirrors.

That's when the gunfire suddenly stopped. But I could hear the enemy close on foot, surrounding the building, desperate to pin and eliminate us. With only the three of us, they had us severely outnumbered, and we couldn't put down enough gunfire to keep them back.