Perfect Sacrifice by Jack Parker

to let something happen to her current companion. The only problem was that she didn't have a lot of options left.
    They turned another corner, and Ray saw a familiar restaurant. She smiled, remembering that Sam worked at this one today. He had so many restaurants in the city, and he was stationed at a different one each day.
    "Finally some good luck," she said, happy that something had gone her way. What with all these attacks being launched on her as of late, even something as small as this coincidence was a sign to be thankful for.
    "What?" questioned Leon, not understanding just why she suddenly seemed so happy. They were still being chased.
    "Just follow me and don't ask questions," she commanded as she took a right, ramming her good shoulder into the nearby door, shoving it right open. Leon followed her into the building, fighting back the urge to question her actions. All eyes were instantly on the two of them.
    "Ray?" questioned Sam at the front desk.
    "No time to talk," she told him. "We need to use the backdoor." She skated right past him and towards the door in the far back. He didn't make a move to stop her or question her actions. Just by the look on her face, he knew that something was seriously wrong.
    "Be careful!" shouted Sam.
    "We will!" Ray called back as she shoved open the backdoor, leading into the alleyway behind the building. Leon followed after her as she turned to the left and began to sprint down the passage.
    "Where are we going?" he asked her.
    "I thought I said no questions," she told him as she kept her eyes focused on her destination.
    They soon reached the street again, stopping to catch their breath. Both of them were panting from their exertion. Lucky for them there was no sign of the black car. That was indeed good news, because they really needed to rest a bit. Ray was a bit better off than Leon was, but that was only because of who she was. She wouldn't be as physically capable as she was without her training as a knight. And on top of that, these kinds of cat and mouse games were common for her. Leon probably had never been stalked before.
    "I think we lost them," said Ray. Leon only nodded in agreement, finally catching his breath a bit. Luck wasn't on their side, however. From around the corner came the black car, going slowly as if looking for something. A window rolled down, revealing a pistol. One shot was fired. It hit the side of the building by Ray, coming only inches from her head.
    "Damn," she cursed. "Come on!" She began to sprint again with Leon right next to her. Now she was back to square one, plus the men had guns. Another bullet was fired. Ray ducked instinctively.
    "Now they're shooting at us," complained Leon, sounding rather frustrated. "When this is all over, I want an explanation." Ray cringed, knowing that she couldn't tell him anything about this no matter how badly he wanted to know. She wasn't about to put his life in any more danger.
    Ray looked around, trying to find a way out of this situation. There had to be a way to escape from their pursuers. However, her options were running slim. She had to think of something. Her eyes strayed to the street full of cars, a smile playing on her lips as yet another idea formulated. The only question was if Leon could handle it.
    "How do you feel about traffic?" she asked him. He quirked an eyebrow, giving her a sideways glance that clearly stated his confusion.
    "Traffic?" he questioned. She pointed to the streets where quite a few cars resided. Leon's face paled. "You want us to skate out there?"
    "It's the only thing I can think of," she told him. "At least it's not oncoming traffic." Another gun shot rang out, hitting the mailbox that Leon had just passed. That did it for him. They had a better chance of surviving if they could lose the car. At this rate they'd both be shot.
    "Alright," he sighed, realizing that there wasn't another choice at this time. Ray quickly took a hard left, heading right out into the traffic.