As she felt the pipe pushing up against the man’s vocal cords, Ryver felt something hot blast through her back. It made her lose her grip on the pipe, and she bolted up, then tumbled backward onto her butt. Something on fire had moved through her, and she was paralyzed with fear and pain. She was able to look down and see blood streaming from her lower back, and then she was finally able to compute what had happened to her; she had been shot.
Ryver craned her head back to see Cannon removing the head of one of the terrorists. Everyone had been killed, bodies thrown everywhere and torn to shreds. She was feeling dizzy but wanted to call out to him. He needed to know how she felt before she could die.
As she opened her mouth, the man in front of her had stood and had her by the throat. She
