Mission
She was on the move. She'd gotten about two dozen people safely to the stair case behind hair and make up and was compulsively checking her phone for signs that Ben had gotten out okay. A shot rang out, she heard someone scream. The woman she was helping to the staircase screamed and Olympia covered her mouth, eyes narrowing, her voice almost harsh. "Stay quiet and run," she hissed before she let go and moved further down the hall towards the sound. He was moving towards the elevator bay, the stairwell.
Her eyes narrowed, the gun she'd taken from the security guard only had a few rounds in it, the safety was on and it was tucked into the back of her pencil skirt.
She quietly did the math. Reese and Charlie were three floors up, most likely the shooter's intended targets. Her toes dug into the short carpet as she made her decision and stepped into the back stairwell, deciding she could probably make it up past this man, who thought he had all the time in the world, if she took the steps two at a time. She ushered a few more people through the door.