The gunman shifted his aim, following Victor's path as he leaped into the adjacent bathroom, bullets blowing a line of neat holes out of the wall behind him. Ejected brass cases clinked together on the carpet around the assassin's feet. In the bathroom, Victor came out of his roll into a crouch, letting off a quick shot, firing blind before he'd fully turned around. The bullet whizzed through the open doorway, sending up a puff of plaster as it struck the wall on the other side. The bathroom was no more than six feet by four, a tiled box containing a bath, sink, and toilet. There were no defensible corners or objects behind which to take cover. On fully automatic the MP5K could unload its mag of thirty in just two and a quarter seconds. At this range, and with that volume of fire, the gunman literally couldn't miss