((Ah, sorry for the late post. I didn't even realize you edited your post Folion, since I expected you to bump it. And just for reference, since my post doesn't make much sense in light of Shadow's new info, I'm going to start this post from where I borrowed Derek's gun, but before I started shooting. And finally, last note, I'm assuming the Glock has a 17-bullet magazine? Or is it 33? Not too important, just wouldn't mind knowing.))
Ripping the Glock from the man's ankle, James lifted himself to his knee in front of the window, shouldering the woman unkindly to the side to give himself room to aim. Taking a moment to find the safety, he flicked it to single-fire mode and began emptying cases into decaying heads. The gun handled a lot differently then his little six-shooter, but it felt good to be able to fire indiscriminately and not have to worry about running out of ammo for a little while.
But even while most of his mind concentrated on saving his life, the pesky male part in the corner of his head took notice of other things. The woman he'd rudely shoved aside was not unattractive, and she was close enough that he could make out vague details even out of the side of his eye. He made a mental note to be a little more polite in the future, just in case, and then put his all into aiming and shooting.
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