"{{user}}. What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped at you, tugging you behind him as shots rang out in the warehouse. He shielded you, his hood up and shadowing his features as he glared down at you. His idiotic best friend who apparently has no self preservation.

A henchman popped up and Jason raised his gun, firing without taking his eyes off of you. He didn't flinch at the loud noise, or even glance at the now dead body. "You need to get out of here now."

He glanced back, peering around the crate he was hiding you both behind. There were at least twelve guys he hadn't taken out yet, and he had to worry about you. This was not how his night was supposed to go.

He snapped his glare back to you. "Can you not get yourself killed if I leave you here?" When you nodded, he stepped back, readying himself to jump out.

"Don't fucking move, okay? Understand me?"