It takes a moment for Chris to process what's happening. When Jack yells, her first instinct is to stay and help him bolt the door. But she does what he says, making a beeline for the bedroom, Coco darting ahead of her and hiding under the bed.
Almost at the door, she can hear the scuffle behind her and decides she'd be better off with her gun than the phone. Not that it matters. Before he hand even touches the door knob, she feels an arm around her waist and a hand covering her mouth to muffle her scream. Struggling with the agent, Chris scrapes one foot down his shin before slamming her heel down onto his foot.
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Date: 2007-03-31 01:40 am (UTC)Almost at the door, she can hear the scuffle behind her and decides she'd be better off with her gun than the phone. Not that it matters. Before he hand even touches the door knob, she feels an arm around her waist and a hand covering her mouth to muffle her scream. Struggling with the agent, Chris scrapes one foot down his shin before slamming her heel down onto his foot.