Leaving the Office, She Swung Her Gun Out of the Window.

Rena parked neatly between painted lines out of habit. She dug her gun out from under a blanket, checked for ammunition and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts. In the laundry bag she found a cleanish shirt, one of jack's old button ups, to cover her dirty braw no doubt. Her credit cards were frozen by now. Was there really a spring? Was there food too? A vending machine? There had to be some strings attached, though, some bizarre dark side to the bright vision. Maybe it was a trap and she was about to get arrested. Technically, emigrating wasn't illegal, but that wouldn't matter,. or raped and eaten,