<div class="floatleft">(http://thehairfiles.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/jasmine-sanders1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leslie Ann Thompson<br/><strong>Locations:</strong>On her way to the bookstore and the bookstore<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>7'ish am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kyler Bishop<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leslie was jolted back into action by the strong grip of her boss's hand upon her shoulder. She reached over and grabbed the cordless handset and dialed 911 even as she heard Kyler speaking to the man crouched across the store. She heard his instructions and began to head towards the back of the store as the phone at her ear began the incessant bleating that signaled the line she was trying to reach was busy.... "the fuck?" she muttered softly under her breath as she pulled the phone away and studied it momentarily, still moving towards the back of the store to get the towels that her boss asked her to retrieve.<br/><br/>She studied the phone and then hit the end button, dialing 911 once more before putting it up to her ear. The phone once again rang in as busy, and she turned to look at Kyler once more, "Mr. Bishop, it just keeps ringing busy." She held the phone away from her ear, she doubted he could here the monotonous buzz of the busy signal, but she offered it to him anyway.<br/><br/>She shook her head then pressed the end call button, slipping the phone into the pocket of her tight blue jeans. "I'll be right back with those towels." She said before turning away and heading towards the back of the store again.<br/>