She was already ducking. He looked at the side mirror, then out the back. Couldn’t see anything.
The crack of gunshots continued. A steady stream. Not automatic fire, just relentless. They had to get out of there. But stepping out of the car meant being in the line of fire.
Noah let down the emergency brake. Then he cracked the car door enough to stick his foot out. He twisted and pointed his gun out the space between the frame and the door and fired three shots while he kicked off the ground. They needed momentum. Getting the vehicle moving from a complete stop required a good push, but he got it going.
The small SUV started to roll. Along the street, thankfully slightly downhill. He kicked again to gain some speed. Amy looked up from the passenger seat.
“Stay down until I tell you. Then I want you to get out as fast as you can and run for it.” He could cover her. What mattered was that she get away.
She grabbed the door handle but didn’t pull it. “What about you?”
“I’m going to be covering you. So when I say, just run. Okay?” That last part was rhetorical. He wasn’t looking for her agreement, and given the look on her face she knew that.
Knew they had limited options.
Knew this was about her being safe and getting away.
Still, she said, “I don’t want to get lost.”
“I don’t want to lose you, either. Especially not when my phone isn’t working.” He took a breath. “I don’t want to get separated.”
The car rolled to the cross street. This was going to be fast, and they both had to be prepared to do what they needed to do. As soon as they’d cleared the last house, he said, “Go now.”
Amy yanked the door handle and stumbled out of the rolling vehicle.
Noah did the same on his side, already firing as he got out. One perpetrator, end of the street, ducked behind a car.
Noah fired twice. The slide on his gun jammed. He was empty.
The man lifted up and fired. Before Noah could move, fire sliced through the outside of his right arm. He cried out.
The SUV cleared his hip. If he stayed here he was going to get shot, so he raced after her. Noah holstered his gun as he moved, wincing at the burn. He could feel the wet of blood on his arm and the sleeve of his jacket.
He caught up to her partway down the street. “Gun!”
She glanced around wildly, then must have realized what he’d said. He’d love to have explained it to her. Thankfully, she handed over the one she held and he holstered his weapon to be ready to use the other.
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