"You can not hide from me, Mikey."

Mikey closed her eyes and made sure her gun was loaded. Check. She checked her supply of ammunition. Full. Check. 'Good for another standoff.' She thought.

"Mikey...?" The sing song voice again. Mikey gritted her teeth. "Just leavwe me alone Baker, and you won't get shot." 'Baker' James Black just laughed, flicking his hair out of his face. He loaded three more bullets into his gun and clicked it closed, wincing as the closing mechanism stuck. he peered around the corner, glancing up and down the deserted hallway. He kept his crouched position as he crept over to a stray trash can, ducking behind it. He once again peered up and down the hall. He leaned against the wall, hear pounding.

"Mikey!" he yelled, shaking. "Mikey! Get out here!"

Mikey jumped at the sound of his voice so close. She peered around the door and saw Baker sitting on the other side of the hallway, rifle held to his chest. She smiled and shut the door quietly. She looked around the bathroom she was hiding in, searching for a way out after she blew her cover. She tapped her fingers together, then peered out the door again. Her heart stopped. Baker was't there. Miikey looked around and saw a supply closet, then right above it, and airvent. Sh tapped her jaw, then dragged a step stool from teh closet over to teh airvent.

Baker had seen the door move. He grinned to himself, leaning against it now. He put an ear to teh crack and lsitened. He heard her moving around, then the clang of metal hitting the tile. He kicked the door open and stared at teh airvent grid lying on the floor, with the step stool on it's side. He shook his head, righting the step stool before getting on it. He pushed his rifle through first, then jumped and pulled himself through with difficulty. "How do you do this, Mikey? Is this how you excersize? Is this how you eat all that food and STILL remain a beanpole?"
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