Outside medium crane shot of a rundown apartment building. It's nighttime. As the camera sweeps up we see two men inside the building positioned in an illuminated hallway, both very alert with guns drawn. The camera continues to rise to the third floor, where it stops just outside a window. Peering into the dimly lit rooms inside we see three men examining the area. All are armed and appear to be looking for something. Or someone.
"Current mission assessment:
Three agents between 10-20 meters away slowly searching the area. Two more are one level below, securing the floor in case of my escape.
Of the three on this floor, two have handheld automatic weapons. The taller of the two has an estimated six shots left. The other guy, three at best. Sounds like neither has reloaded yet. The third gent has an ugly street-sweeper shotgun that's giving him the courage to venture off on his own.
Me? I've got eight rounds left and no spare clips. This gun has been pulling to the right ever since the tall guy kicked it out that second story window. I've got two smashed fingers on my left hand and from a cursory inspection, three cracked ribs. Left side, lower quadrant. My calves are on fire from the quick dash up the stairs, and I'm assuming the blood above my left eye is my own.
I have no light source nor body armor. Instead, I'm dressed as a female fortune teller & am hiding in a giant fiberglass muffin.
I am soooo fucked.
About the only thing I have going for me at the moment is the fact my dress really goes with my eyes...
At least I'll make a pretty corpse.
Well, a pretty cross-dressing corpse..."