P G Ison

The Slades P G Ison

When Chance heard shooting from the street below him. He'd just taken off his boots. The curtain aside he glanced down at the street. Zach laid behind the trough in front of the diner, with no way to get out of there. "What the...?" Chance said wondering what to do. Yanking his boots back on, the shooter had to be in the hotel. Chance made his way to the roof, he tried to figure out where the shooter was hiding. On reaching the roof, he saw the shooter, below him on the same floor as their room. Chance scurried down the trapdoor from the roof, he made his way towards the room he believed the sniper was. Chance kicked the door open, his gun drawn. "Drop the rifle," Chance yelled.