Choot!
T.J.’s eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open. A surprised look spread across his face, and he slowly turned around. He was shocked to see Kesha standing behind him holding the sniper’s rifle which was wafting with smoke, having been fired.
“I’m sorry, T.J., but I can’t let you kill ‘em. I love ‘em.” Kesha said apologetically as tears cascaded down her face. Her brother scowled at her and went to shoot her, but she shot him again. The bullet slammed into him, lifting him off his feet. He crashed to the floor and his gun went up into the air, dropping to the surface.
Kesha lowered the sniper’s rifle and pulled Te’Qui upon his feet.
“Uhhh!” Te’Qui winced from his wound. Holding his gut, he walked over to T.J. He took the keys to his car out of his pocket and put it in his pocket.
