[ WP ] You are being hunted by 3 people . You spot two in the same building as you . You see the third outside walking towards the building . You estimate you have 30 seconds max before the third guy comes in . Utilize your surroundings to take care of all three people .

I looked in concealed horror as two of the Trackers walked in, and I could see the Brusier as he walked toward the salon, through the large window. I thought I had lost them, but clearly they would n't let their multi-million dollar investment just walk away. I had no idea why I hid here, but I was going to have to do something now. 
 
 Luckily the store had a few razors on hand for people who wanted a really close shave, and I grabbed one, snipping the wire from a blow dryer. As one of the Trackers opened the door to my hiding area, I yanked the wood open. 
 
 I knew the other would be right behind him, so I went right for the neck, slicing through the muscle and connective tissue. It could have been cleaner. It could have been quieter. I was going for fast, and as the frontmost bled out, I whipped the cord around his fellows neck, grabbing the other end, twisting it around and pulling it taut. That was quieter, and cleaner, but it took longer. The cord was n't strong enough to snap a neck, and I had to make a concerted effort to put just enough pressure to cut off his breathing. 
 
 Well, I would have, if the Bruiser did n't start shooting at me. I heard his gun come out of the holster, and pulled the half-dead goon between us, bracing as eleven shots impacted across his torso, six going wide. There was n't a click, he was too well trained for that, but I still knew the standard issue only had seventeen rounds. 
 
 True to form, I heard the magazine drop, and threw his partner at him, before bolting out the back door, where the Tackers had followed me. I wanted to finish him, but when they gave me my agility and intelligence, I did n't get the raw muscle to let me take on a Bruiser and win. Still, I could hope he was at least concussed.
