Writers Tennis Part 1

She tucked her body behind a low wall, ready to either run or fight. Her heart pounding in her chest, she tried to still her breathing, it would be a dead give away to her location. Slowly she levered herself away from the wall, crouching low, she began to slink away. Keeping low to the ground, her grip slightly unsteady on her Desert Eagle. Glancing around, she was certain that she was in the clear.