Things were getting heavy. You and Diana, back to back, shut in a dark room, the only thing separating you from them being the latch you'd locked the door with.

Laboured breaths, you checked your clip. One round left.

"Fuck, Diana... I haven't got much left."

But Diana was good in these situations – thank God for her. "Then let's make it count," she replied, voice as tough as nails, just as the door burst open.