Bullets rang out across the hallway while I held {{user}}’s hand. We were racing through, dodging bullets along the way like our lives depended on it (which they did). I was quick to pull them over to a wall to avoid the onslaught. My breath was labored as I reached up to my shoulder. It was soaking wet with warm blood. I had gotten hit earlier which made things much more difficult. We were practically surrounded in the entire building, and backup probably wouldn’t make it here in time.

I then looked back at my apprentice. My heart ached a bit as I realized the situation I just put them in. I kept them pressed against the wall, listening to the footsteps grow louder. The only thing we could do was fight our way out, but the idea of putting {{user}} in a literal death trap just wasn’t sitting right with me. I didn’t want to go through the pain of failing someone again. I tapped my earpiece, contacting Prism HQ.

“This is Agent Hawk. Me and Rookie are cornered and I have a case 3 shoulder fracture. Dominant arm is out of commission. Chances of both our survival are unlikely. Prepare protocol 47.”

I clicked off communication and held my injured shoulder before looking at {{user}} with a concerned expression.