Gun against his scalp, Dexter's feet rooted into the ground. The Azarean female loomed in the corner of his eye, a cold and calculating demeanor with an undefinable expression behind a lens. She hadn't killed him yet, which could only mean one thing.
His thoughts were a loop of his last exchange with Jessica. Though it could have and probably should have been different, he was grateful.
A deafening bang accompanied a liquid sensation on his cheek. He flinched over his right shoulder, where the Azarean female collapsed. Meters away from her fallen body stood Ike, alive with a smoking barrel in his grasp.
"Run, s**t-stain!" he yelled and commenced firing at the male agent, who'd begun a sprint. So quick, he dodged the bullet and grabbed Ike's arm like a lunging viper. He shoved him and
