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To every other patron, it just looked like a normal bar, but no bullets were getting through it, which provided some level of defense against the onslaught. But I could tell he was getting closer, and if he was getting closer, he likely planned on coming around.
I had something ready for him when he did, but I only had a certain number of shots I could get off, and he had an automatic with who knew how much ammo.
Suddenly though, the shooting stopped, and the bar went eerily quiet.
There were two options here; either he was reloading or trying to give a false sense of security.
Neither was ideal.
But in Brandon’s absence,Iwas head nigga in charge.
I couldn’t stay hiding behind this bar forever.
As I stood to my feet, gun raised, I saw where Keira had gotten off to. I didn’t know if she’d been hiding somewhere the whole time, but as I rose from behind the bar, I watched her make quick work of climbing onto a table, giving herself the appropriate height to jump on theThornfrom behind, arm tight around his neck.
It was a good move.
Looked cool, all that.
But why thefuckwouldn’t she just shoot him?!
“Keira!” I shouted, unable to get a good shot while she was on him.
If I shot him now, there was a chance the bullet could go through him and hit her, which was a chance I wasn’t desperate enough to take, not yet.
Especially not with Gavin appearing out of nowhere, fists ready to assist. I could see theThorn’seyes, even though he was masked, and a pit of sickness hardened my stomach when I registered what I saw there.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
When he saw Gavin coming, he tossed Keira off his back like it was nothing, and she made a sick thud as she hit the floor. I rushed to her immediately, not even necessarily assuming Gavin could handle theThorn, justneedinghim to, so I could check on Keira.
“What the fuck,” she groaned, as the sounds of them fighting behind me grew.
I registered then that the automatic weapon theThornbrought in was on the floor, halfway through the process of getting reloaded.
So that’s why he stopped.
“Is she okay?” Gavin asked, suddenly beside me, speaking into my ear. There wasn’t much I could do except shrug.
“My back hurts like a bitch, but I think I’m good,” Keira answered as I helped her to sit up. “What was this?”
“The same kind of ambush they used on us before,” I murmured, my eyes watering as I surveyed the destruction around me. There was so much blood — a lot of it theirs, but entirely too much of it ours. “We’ve got to get to some working phones, get treatment for anybody injured,” I said, standing up.
There would be time for tears later, but it wasn’t right now.
Gavin was right there with me, scooping Keira into his arms as otherPredatorsmade their presence known, moving from their defensive positions to help their fallen brethren.
I should not have been surprised by any of this, a lot of people would argue.
I was supposed to be used to violence.
Maybe.
But there was a difference—a major, major difference between fighting sometimes and whatever this was.
Thiswasn’t common.
