Jennifer froze as the bullet struck the wall board beside her. Stopped in mid gait, her legs were at hip width apart and her shoulder were lowered from reaction to the shot. She straightened slowly, and her arms bent at the waist, she turned, her palms facing up. She kept her hands in sight as she stepped into the rays that entered through the dilapidated ceiling. She stood and faced into the blackness, speaking to a spot where she measured the bullet had issued from.<br/><br/>“I don’t know who you are or what you want but I came to see someone tonight. Are you the contact?” She felt her mouth begin to dry from fear as she trailed off. She swallowed hard, having barely sufficient moisture for the gesture. As she stood, she could see her hands trembling slightly in her periphery. She looked at the door. She saw tiny motes of dust floating about her in the gently stirring currents reflected in the light.<br/>