Work Out (Open to JSA)
Angie stepped out of the shower after her workout in her apartment in Baton Rouge, steeling herself for what had to come next. She despised being shot, but she preferred it greatly to being stabbed. Sadly, one of those was going to have to happen for this plan to work. After reading the file on her target, she was pretty sure he'd know a self-inflicted wound versus an actual one, so she'd have to find someone she could trust to shoot her without killing her. Then, she would have to get to the Brownstone in enough time to not bleed to death and pray to god /he/ was there.
And hope that someone else didn't just slam the door in her face once he saw her. Without thinking, Angie's hand traces out a small five-inch scar on her stomach and, for a moment, she wasn't completely there. Luckily, she was alone in her apartment, so no one could see the vacant look and slightly sad look in her eyes.
It was better that way.
--Ten hours later---
Angie Holt limps her way to the door of the Brownstone, holding her side as the blood seeps between her fingers. No matter how many times she's been shot, it never gets any easier to manage the pain. Still, she'll take being shot over being stabbed any day of the week.
Part One of the plan is down. Part Two is coming.
She manages to knock on the door before she slides down against it in a heap.
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