Shopaholic Spy

Chapter 1: Monday Shooting

      Chapter 1: Monday Shooting

   It was like any other Monday morning for me. I was in the mall on the third floor, talking to my husband on the phone.

   Except I was running.

   And a load of bullets were flying past me.

   And I was shooting back.

   "Honey, I'm going to have to call you back, the connection is bad here," I shouted over the deafening noise of the gunshots from behind me. The shocked looks on the people I ran past only made me smile. I must be one hell of a fast runner. I bet I would've broke some world record for fastest spy wife in history. However, as a bullet flew dangerously close by my cheek, records weren't what I was thinking of.

   "Jerry, I really have to go," I rolled my eyes, "Don't be ridiculous, Of course I'm fine." That man. We've been married for over a year now and he still does'nt think I can handle myself.

   I watched as another bullet swooped over my head.

   "I have to go, Jerry," I said just before hanging up, "and don't forget to feed Aces."

   Our cat. An adorable thing.

   I turned around and shot twice. In response, five bullets flew past me from the party behind chasing me.

   Raul's agents.

   I felt my legs begin to slow down. I was becoming tired. They were bound to catch me sooner or later.

   I need to lose them.

   Finally, I saw my chance. Rounding the corner, I saw the elevator, just a couple of feet away. It was just opening while an old lady with a purple purse waited patiently in front of it.

   Mustering all my speed, I rocketed toward the elevator, ignoring the constant bullets from behind. It had just completely opened by the time I reached it. Interfering with the old lady's attempt to get in the elevator, I jumped in the ride before her.

   I spun around just in time see the group running towards me, only a couple of feet away. They were 5 men, all husky and large, all of them in the same eerie uniform: masked and black or navy blue suites.

   They were going to be here any moment.

   The old woman that I had raced past into the elevator was now trying to regain her balance, slowly taking one step at a time into the elevator. Now, she's managed to get halfway in.

   "Hurry up, lady!" I looked back to see that the group was now seriously close. I had to act fast. Suddenly, I grabbed the old woman's arm and flung her inside.

   OK, maybe I could've been more polite. But, in my defense, when your being chased by a bunch of guys trying to kill you, there isn't really much time to say 'please'.

   The woman, obviously unprepared, came tumbling into the elevator, collapsing over me. Her weight forced me to the floor.

   Wow, really heavy cookie.

   "Ms, you have to press the button," I gasped. Struggling over her weight, I weakly pointed to the pad of buttons on the wall to her left.

   "W-which one?" She asked, panicked and confused. The poor thing. I really would've felt sorry for her if I had the time.

   "Any!"

   The guys was barely a couple of steps away. I watched helplessly as the old woman's finger raised to the pad. She blindly picked the garage. The elevator pinged and the doors slid together slowly.