The buzzing of the com in Zaeed’s ear indicated it had been broken when the fist had hit it. The perpetrator of the attack lay limp on the ground before him, a bullet hole in their brow. Fucking Eclipse.

The gang fight had been going on the Blue Suns’ favor. It still was, he was pretty sure, though he couldn’t be certain with the com not working. It had been going in his own favor as well. Until that Eclipse member snuck up on him and shoved some electrical knife in his gut. He’d managed to tear it out, but he was still bleeding quite a bit. His attention was on that. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t see the other.

He jerked the gun up, pointing it across the room to the Eclipse member that he’d just now noticed. His eyes flicked down them briefly. They had a gun, but they didn’t seem the type to use it. They didn’t seem to be a soldier at all. A medic. Great. He slowly lowered the gun, slowly looking to the dead Eclipse member at his feet.

“Think he’s beyond your help, at this point,” he drawled dryly, hand still pressed to his bleeding side.