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As the men with guns step into the toilets, I come out around the corner. Dance music pulses through the dark walls. Red transitions into ultraviolet blue as I enter the toilets. It's a huge, square room. There are mirrors and marble sinks all the way round. The cubicles are solid oak, arranged in the centre of the room. Two rows of eight, back to back.
I can hear Josh from here. Him and the girls. Laughing, yelling, having a bloody three-way? Either way, the two gunmen are lining up to kick the cubicle door in. Without thinking I race forward and tackle the bigger one to the floor. He lets off a muffled round into the ceiling. We roll and wrestle for the gun. The other guy tries to shoot me. I kick the gun from his hand. It slides across the cool, white tiles. It's kicked under one o
