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    I held up my revolver. “I can cover you.”
    “Cover me? This isn’t a movie, Riley!”
    “Just go.” I gently pushed her towards the open window. “Wait, give me your phone.” Unlike me, Lisa always kept her phone on her person.
    Lisa handed me her phone. I quickly dialed 9-1-1.
    “Stone Harbor Emergency, how may I help you?” The voice on the other end was that of an older woman I did not know.
    “Some people have broken into the building. They are armed. I think they mean us harm. Please send some help.” I managed to stay calm.
    “Okay.” I could hear the operator type over the phone. “Can I have an address please?”
    “Yeah, I’m at 23 Main Str…” before I could finish talking I felt someone grab my hair from behind. They pulled back, hard. I dropped the phone, but not my gun.
    Another man in a white rabbit mask whipped me around and threw me to the floor. My gun flew across the room. As I tried to recover, I saw Lisa. She was halfway out the window and trying to come back in to help me. I waved her away before I caught a boot to my stomach.
    “We meet again,” laughed Marty. He had just come upstairs. With him were three other men. They all had the plastic white rabbit masks on. Marty had on a ski mask. But I could tell it was him by his voice and body shape.
    “The police, I called the police,” I struggled to get the words out as every breath was difficult.
    “I’m sure you did. But this won’t take long. By the time they get here, you’ll already be dead.” Marty took out his gun which was a more modern pistol.
    I was in deep trouble. My gun was within sight, but out of reach. At any moment, Marty could shoot me dead. So what were my options?
    On the wall nearby was the fire alarm. That would be my target. First I needed some distance. The big guy who threw me around like a rag doll moments earlier still loomed over me.
    Being a woman, I don’t have testicles. But from what I hear it really hurts to get them hit. One would think that would make men guard them. Or at least be aware of what an easy and obvious target they are. The big guy in the white plastic rabbit mask standing over me didn’t. That made it easy for me to kick up from the floor into his crotch.
    The big rabbit groaned and grabbed his hurt pride. I lunged for the fire alarm. Marty took a shot at me. He missed. Within seconds the sprinklers that were on the ceilings of every room turned on.
    I took advantage of the resulting confusion. First I grabbed my gun. Marty fired blindly in my direction. All I could do was try to ignore it and hope I didn’t get hit. Once I retrieved my firearm I made a dash for the open window.
    I managed to jump out the window. My knees hit the windowsill hard on the way out. Lisa helped me to my feet. Marty and the other masked men tried to follow us out. A couple of shots from my .38 soured them on the idea.
    “C’mon. We’ll cut em’ off. They ain’t got nowhere to go!” Marty and the other men hurried to try and meet us on the street.
    Lisa helped me across the rooftops. The sun was almost down. It was hard to see where we were stepping on the black roofs. Several times we felt them start to give way.
    We made it across two roof tops with no problem. Three turned out not to be our lucky number. I watched as Lisa sunk a little then fell straight through the moldy rooftop. She screamed for the second long fall. When she landed I could hear what sounded like glass breaking.
    When I looked into the newly formed hole, my heart sank. Lisa had fallen onto what must’ve been some kind of glass display case. It was the sort of thing you’d find at a jeweler. My best friend lay twisted on a floor full of broken glass, unconscious.
    Before I went down to help her, I took a peek over the edge of the building. Marty was looking straight up at me. He pointed his gun and fired. The bullets were lost in the night sky. Then he and his buddies started trying to pry the wooden planks off the