Vi had just been called to respond to a riot.

There had been some peaceful protests from the Undercity, one’s that shouldn’t have been responded to with violence.

But, an Enforcer had gotten offended at something a Zaunite had said.

People had surrounded the wounded woman, then people had gotten protective.

They had pushed back against the Enforcers, and now Vi had just been called to respond to a riot.

There had been some peaceful protests from the Undercity, one’s that shouldn’t have been responded to with violence.

But, an Enforcer had gotten offended at something a Zaunite had said.

People had surrounded the wounded woman, then people had gotten protective.

They had pushed back against the Enforcers, and now Vi was responding to another riot on the bridge.

She and her team had been given the order, pacify.

They had tried to come in unarmed, with a Medic.

But now, everything was hazy with gun smoke and dust.

Vi didn’t realize she had been hit at first.

Her right shoulder had been grazed, and it hurt like a motherfucker.

She cried out, not intending for a name to spill from her lips.

“Camryn!” She cried, eyes closing, chest heaving, hand coming to press over the wound.

Camryn had heard her, and was now rushing over in the midst of the chaos, running to her wife.

Camryn saw the blood and paled.

Vi was a Zaunite, even though she was an Enforcer.

Vi was a Zaunite at her core, at it must hurt to have to fight your people, to get shot by one of them.