[ WP ] Write a Rashomon-style story where the same events are told twice - once from one person 's perspective , and once from another 's . In each version make the *other* person the antagonist .

Two more minutes and I'm out the door. Stay calm, stay calm... 
 *Deep* breath, elevator doors *opening*, smile at the evil fuckers and... 
 Shit, they've twigged. Why *now? * All right, got ta get these documents out of here before it becomes a fucking *shitstorm. * 
 
 *tick* 
 
 *Break* into a run, swing the bag up to connect with the bridge of *that* fat fuck's nose as he starts to lumber up from his chair, *swing* my left arm to connect with *that* guy's neck when he finishes turning his head... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Another step. Lean to the *left* to apply more force to the neck and - shit - asshole up ahead is reaching for his belt and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 *Connect* with the fat fucker's face and *connect* with the neck on the turn and *lean* forward to sprint and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Another step. Complete the swing, *begin* a slide under the line of fire, begin switching the bag to my *left* hand and.... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Take hold of bag, *grab* gun, start my slide as he brings his weapon up and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Raise gun, begin roll to the *left*, fling left arm out to catch *that* woman's ankle and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 *Fire* once, apply pressure to bag as I *connect* and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Guard in front takes the bullet in the centre of his vest, *pull* on the bag as *this* fucker starts to lose her balance and.... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 Roll to the *left*, pull trigger on the *right*, and... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 ***Fuck! *** No, no, no, *no*, do n't *land* on me... 
 
 *tick* 
 
 * < Oof > * *Fuck! * All right, all right, *raise* my right arm to push her off and... 
 
 -- - 
 
 James raised his head and, through a haze of blood, saw Anne land heavily on the woman carrying the bag. Where the fuck she came from, he did n't know, but if she was coming *out* of the main elevators he was sure she had an interesting story to tell. He grabbed his Tazer from his belt and, after quickly making sure it was active, fired. 
 
 The Tazer leads hit her square in the top of her head. She kicked once, twice, and went limp. James walked over, helped Anne to her feet, and looked down at the unknown woman lying at his feet. 
 
 `` Jesus fuck, James!'' Anne said, reaching down to feel the side of her neck. `` She's *dead! * What the hell did you *do*?'' 
 
 James felt himself go cold. `` Oh, shit. Oh, *shit! * I got her in the head. Well, what else was I *supposed* to do?'' he asked. `` I had to stop her, right?'' 
 
 Kevin came over and laid his hand on his shoulder. `` Yeah, man. Do n't worry about it. It was an accident; you did n't mean to kill her, just stop her. Bad angle, that's all it was.'' He looked around at the rest of the guards. `` We'll find out who she was, roll tape and check her pockets once the police arrive. Anyone call them yet? No? Susan,'' he pointed at the guard closest to the telephone, `` call them quick, explain what happened here. You,'' he pointed at another, `` find a coat or a blanket from the aid room or something, cover her up. Christ, let's show some respect, here.'' He rubbed his chin for a second. `` I'll call Kevin; the boss is gon na want to know what went down here tonight.'' He looked over at the guard who was hit. `` Liang, you all right?'' 
 `` Yeah,'' she nodded, rubbing at the spot where the bullet hit her Kevlar. `` Stings, but just a bruise, I think.'' 
 
 Kevin sighed and nodded, then looked around the room. `` OK, everyone. Until we know what happened here, and why, let's keep it *quiet*, let's keep it *professional*, and no one leaves until the police are finished with us. Any questions? No? All right. Open the main doors and let's get through this.''
