Gina gave the window one last desperate heave as someone came into view in the doorway, and turned to face him, gun snapping toward his torso.<br/><br/><em>Aim for the chest, not the head, bigger target, better chance of debilitation...</em>her marksmanship trainer's growl rang in her head.<br/><br/>"Willful destruction of property, breaking and entering - don't even think about adding anything else to that list, buddy, or you're going to learn how much chest wounds suck!"<br/><br/>Her eyes were bright, and she was breathing hard, adrenaline coursing in her veins along with hotly thumping blood.