We slam into the wall.
Hard.
His weapon goes off.
Misses.
I grab his arm.
Twist.
Break.
He screams.
I don’t stop.
Finish it.
Drop him.
And just like that—
The barn goes quiet.
Not fully.
Not peaceful.
But the shooting stops.
Echoes fade.
Breathing fills the space instead.
Heavy.
Fast.
Real.
I scan.
Bodies down.
Team still standing.
Aspen—
Still with me.
Still safe.
Good.
Always the first thing I check.
Briggs steps up beside me.
