She smiled a little, she always had a natural liking for animals. Though, they never really liked her. She opened her mouth and she tried to talk, but as she looked over to the front door a figure stood in the frame. His face was blanketed with rain, and his black jumpsuit trickled down drops of water. He held a pistol in his right hand, and his eyes were fixated on Aralyn. He took out a walkie-talkie, and spoke swiftly into it.<br/>"Target spotted! All troops move in!"  He pointed the gun at her, and squeezed the trigger.<br/>"Shit..." She whispered to herself.<br/>She dodged the bullet effortlessly, the metal breaking into the stereo. The once lively bar, became as silent as a ghost town. She grabbed Ryle's wrist and yanked him up to stand with her.<br/>"We have to go..." She hissed in his ear.<br/>More bullets flew as Aralyn pulled him behind her running to the back door.<br/>"Target escaping! target escaping!" The man's voice echoed behind them.<br/>They exited out into the rain, running faster and faster. They both needed to get away, or they would surely die.