Hoping he had enough cover.

Allan conscious of the noise his high heels were making as he ran along the marble tiled floor looking for cover.

He knelt down gripping his gun as he tried to steady his breath.

He was hoping he had enough cover as the little body & the little black dress he was in were not built for this kind of work.

He was feeling vulnerable without his big muscular body and practically naked without his bulletproof vest.

He could not believe the one night he was undercover as a woman hanging around one of the mob controlled high-end bars keeping an eye on some of the sleazy members of high society.

He would be fighting for his life and waiting for backup after a cop on the take recognised his body shell and fingered him as a cop to his crime boss who sent a few henchmen after him.