Three down, and one to go. Mary Anne rises with her knife in one hand and her gun in the other, only to find that the man she'd pummeled into unconsciousness earlier is back on his feet and he has Kostya's lost gun.

"Bitch," he snarls, and pulls the trigger.

Mary Anne lunges out of the way, the bullet skidding off her collarbone instead of getting lodged in her shoulder. Before he can fire again, she charges through the space between them, hitting his chest with her shoulder and shoving him into the wall. A slash of her knife knocks his gun free and she shoves the muzzle of her gun into the man's gut.

"Yes. But not yours."

Two shots and he starts sliding down the wall. She leaves the third in his head.