Beau sighed, reaching behind him, his fingers coming back red. “He got me” His voice strained but steady, his eyes locking onto yours. Suddenly, Beau grabbed you, spinning you around just as the man he’d been fighting staggered back to his feet. Beau’s grip tightening on your shoulders, his breath warm and ragged against your ear. you raised your gun, not thinking, just acting. The shot rang out, sharp and deafening in the night. The man dropped, his body hitting the ground with a thud. You turned back to Beau, your chest heaving, he was still holding you. “Good job”