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They’re women.
My mouth drops open.
There are like twenty fucking women raining down hell on the people attacking us.
Maybe more than that.
Their thick knitted face masks hide their facial features. But they’re women.
I know they are.
They keep walking nearer.
And they keep shooting.
Reloading as they move.
I can’t even tell if anyone is even shooting back at them.
The line moves closer until they’re near enough for me to see their eyes through their masks. Then their line parts, and they walk around us and our downed vehicle, never sparing me a look.
But then one person breaks off from the line. And they move toward me. Toward us. Their gun lowered toward the ground.
My shaking fist drops.
As they stop before me, the person pulls their face mask off.
And this one is not a woman. I was too awed to notice how large his build is in comparison to the rest of them.
His dark eyes are kind and calm, so when he tips his head toward Dom, I nod, and he crouches down on the other side of my husband’s outstretched legs.
The man pulls a clear bag out of his jacket pocket, and I recognize it as a collection of first aid supplies.
I stay at Dominic’s side, keeping my hand in place as I give the man room.
“Let me see.” The man finally breaks the silence, and I pull my hand away from Dom’s chest. Hesitant to stop pressing on the wound, but more hesitant not to take the help.
The stranger reaches forward and rips Dominic’s shirt open, then dumps the contents of the bag onto Dominic’s lap.
As he’s bent over, tearing open a package, I notice the man has long hair. It’s pulled back into a bun, the golden strands partially covered by the collar of his white jacket.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
The man doesn’t look up. “Later.”
I hear my name, muffled, coming from somewhere, and I realize that all the gunfire has stopped, so I can hear King shouting from Dom’s phone again.
Glancing around, I find it next to me on the ground.
One final shot rips through the air.
Okay,nowit’s over.
The man wipes a little cloth over Dom’s bullet wound, then follows it with some kind of gauze bandage.
I expect him to press it against the bullet hole, but then he starts jamming itintothe bullet hole.
“What are you doing?!” I half shriek.
