
Coach gave her this advice: "It's about 70 meters, and you'll have 8 seconds from the time the gun goes off. After that, it's no promises. I'll tell the starter to try to cover you. The baton is on the desk through the door; you have to break the biohazard glass."
They - they - sit inside unless the courtyard motion alarm goes off. It's cooler there, and that's the route the senseful unwary would take. They don't waste energy. They sit still.
She touches the edges of the window where the glass is broken, and then steps up into the frame, crouching, as close to a real starting position as she can get.
Her earpiece buzzes with static. Break, break. It's a regular thing.
Then the shot goes off, and she runs.
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