Luka's scream was brief, swallowed by the thick motel walls. Viv yanked the blade back, flicking blood onto the carpet as the door slammed shut. Colt had his gun up before Luka's men could react, pressing his back against the wall, eyes locked on Viv.
"Gotta say, you're real subtle," Colt muttered.
Viv wiped the knife against her thigh and smirked. "Yeah? And you're real slow."
A thud against the door. A groan from the hallway. Luka wasn't dead, but he sure as hell wasn't happy.
"We need to move," Colt said, grabbing his jeans from the floor and yanking them on. "They're not just gonna knock twice and walk away."
Viv flicked her cigarette onto the body on the floor and grabbed her jacket. "Then we better make sure they don't get the chance to knock again."
The window. Their only exit now. Colt kicked it open, glass shattering onto the pavement below. A rush of night air hit them, thick with city smog and the promise of bad decisions.
"Ladies first," Colt gestured.
Viv rolled her eyes and vaulted through, landing in a crouch. Colt followed, gun still in hand, just as the motel door crashed open behind them. A burst of gunfire rang out, missing them by inches.
"Fuck," Colt hissed, grabbing Viv's hand as they bolted into the alley. "Next time, maybe don't stab the guy before we have a plan?"
Viv grinned, breathless. "Oh, honey, this is the plan."
And then they ran.