Shooting me is - at the very least - impolite of him. I can understand why he is doing it, though. Some guards are very protective of their banks.
“Have a nice day!” I bid him cheerfully, as I Select the closest probability-line in which he’ll miss (a beautiful sepia colour, like nostalgia). The bullet drills harmlessly into the wall as I stride out the doors. Straight into her.
“Going somewhere, darling?” she asks, with that infuriating smile.
The p-lines converge into a single strand as she Blocks my options; someone racks a gun to my left. Cassandra has caught me.
Again.
