(Third Person's POV)
"Missed." She chuckled as she landed on the ground like a cat. "He fucking missed."
The bullet had gone through her shoulder, missing her heart by an inch.
The fake nurse shuddered. She was in terrible pain, but happy to be alive.
And the adrenaline rush was making things easier for her at the moment.
So she quickly stood up and under the cover of darkness, ran to the place she had parked her car.
"I can't believe I am still breathing." She muttered, but when she saw how much she was bleeding, she cursed. "At this rate, I just might die."
She quickly sat down and poured alcohol on the wound, then biting into a small piece of cloth, she used her fingers to prod until she could feel the bullet.
It took her a while, but she got it out, poured more alcohol and tied a rag over her wound as tightly as she could.
"That will have to do for now." She smiled softly. "Now to call that bastard."
She dialed his number and waited.
"The job was unsuccessful."
