Tracey.
"Where have you been?" Sharon asked when I eventually met up with her, as she threw her now empty gun away on the floor and took mine to shoot at some of the guards that were coming towards us.
"I was caught and now I am free," I said in summary, which made her smile at me.
"s**t," she cussed as soon as her bullets ran out. "We need help," she said as we maneuvered our way through the crowd.
"Why are the girls not running out?" I asked, after noticing that all the elderly men had gone out and the girls were roaming around.
"There is only one exit door from this basement and it is mostly used by the VIPs. The girls would be shot on sight should they decide to use that exit," she said in a hurry.
"If only I could get a phone," I said to her.
"It's no use calling the police; mo
