Flames licked at her heels.
“34 is out,” Kyle blared in her ear, “Go now!” She jumped out of the way of a falling rack, and made for the nearest visible exit. This was the first time Jessica had seen a job go wrong. It was horrible. She didn’t even know how the fire started. But there were countless drums of flammable liquid and only two unblocked exits. 19 could hear the agency choppers closing in to bomb the warehouse.
She heard a man’s scream following a loud crash. Turning a corner, she saw one of the henchmen trapped under a large oil drum, already being eaten by the blaze. The hench was struggling in vain. He knew his fate and when he saw her, screamed, “Please! Please—just shoot me!” She was in shock—and she had never used her gun in the field before. But the man was literally burning alive in front of her.
"Please!" He reached out a hand (19 registered later that it had a wedding band on it). She pulled her weapon and aimed at the man’s forehead. He closed his eyes. There was so much noise in the echoing building that she didn’t even hear the shot. The screaming stopped.
An agent came in and grabbed her. She couldn’t hear anything. Jessica never saw his face; the agent led her the other way. It was as if things suddenly moved in slow motion. Beams and barrels were crashing and melting around her as the agent ran them out of the door.
“19? 19 can you hear me? What happened in there?” the agent who pulled her out was checking her vitals as the helicopter lifted from the area. Jessica stared at the shrinking building.
“Agent!” he held her face. She looked into his eyes. A tear escaped, leaving a cool trail down her burning cheek.