She hoped her brothers had gotten home with the loot.
She squeezed off two shots.
A return shot skittered on the pavement, sending sparks up.
She felt an explosion of heat in her shoulder and fell to the ground.
As she lay motionless, panting, she noted thick grayness at the edges of her vision.
She didn't see the cop kick her gun away, or feel him roll her onto her stomach and cuff her wrists.
Her phone beeped, "Mr. Bunny is in the hutch," it announced.
She died content, knowing her siblings were okay.