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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
It flew past the first man’s head, smashing against
the wall behind him with a loud CRACK, showering
sparks and plaster dust.
The men flinched, momentarily.
She didn't wait. She lunged for the fire
extinguisher, ripped it from its mount, and aimed the
nozzle at the men.
WHOOSH!
A blinding cloud of white, chemical foam filled
the doorway, obscuring the men, stinging their eyes.
"Go! Liam! Now!" Evelyn screamed, shoving him
towards the back of the room, towards the small,
rarely used door to the utility closet.
Liam scrambled on all fours, pushing past the
desk.
"She's escaping!" one of the men roared, his voice
muffled by the foam.
Evelyn kept spraying, emptying the extinguisher,
creating a thick, choking barrier. The men coughed,
sputtering, their forms vague shapes in the white haze.
She risked a glance at Liam. He had reached the
utility closet door, fumbling with the handle.
"It's locked!" he cried.
Evelyn swore under her breath. Of course it was.
She always kept it locked.
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