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As she charged out of the bar, Kaira almost ran into one of the three bouncers standing there. Possibly the same trio as when she’d entered, maybe all different. It was hard to tell under the armour, but her heart leapt. These were people who could save Tarkus.
“You have to help me!” she shouted. “Tarkus… the captain… he’s been attacked. It’s just round the corner, you probably even heard the gunshots. Please… we have to get him before it’s too late.”
“Sorry ma'am,” said the guard she’d almost run into. A man this time. “We can’t help you. Once you step outside the bar, well technically once you step past us, our protection ends.”
“But we can pay! He easily paid for me to be protected here! Come on, it’s not far. Surely you can bend the rules a little bit.”
“I’m sorry,
