𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍

shirley dander didn’t need help. not from you, not from the other slough horses. not from anyone. even when she was being shot at. especially then.

she held marcus’ gun in her hand, racing across the ground floor warehouse. she weaselled between flying bullets, firing back when she could. she slid under the nearest staircase, metal steps clanging as the bullets bounced off them.

although, she let out a loud, obnoxious sigh as she felt you appear beside her.