Nika whipped around the corner and... no pursuer.

"Well, shit." Her eyes scanned the street. Not on the street. No shots fired from behind cars. People scattering away.

The woman wasn't in front. She hadn't passed the corner. Hoping this was not a subterranean woman, Nika pushed from a crouch to a sprint. She ran back the way she came. She tried to keep store front awnings above as momentary cover.