Charlotte Allison instinctively ducked behind cover, not caring about the searing pain from the bullet grazing her shoulder.
The shooter was precise, clearly not aiming to kill her, only to intimidate.
She had no time to think or make unnecessary moves with her phone once she was behind the cover; the masked assailant had already closed in on her, attempting to force her to inhale the gas now filling the air.
The white smoke introduced through the vents quickly permeated the bathroom; it was a hypnotic gas, and as Charlotte Allison took a brief breath under the assault, she felt dizzy.
Time was precious for Charlotte Allison, and for her attackers, it was a race against it, or they could have easily used the gas to trap her in the bathroom until she passed out before taking her away.
