None calculates the physics in his head. It’s too far to traverse unseen from her vector. If MJ tries to save him, she’ll die. Line of sight, the difference between life and death.
The gunman says, “Twenty seconds, you better pray. You aren’t the first animal I put down to save this country.”
Deep breath. His life for hers. None steps from behind the table. Only bits of skull and brain of a scared woman remains between him and a bullet. Wide open. Vulnerable.
Exhale. None circles the gunman’s right flank with his hands up. “If you kill me, they win.”
The gunman and victim reposition to keep aim at None. The gunman’s back now faces MJ.
She creeps up behind the gunman. MJ doesn’t let his bodybuilder physique, or his, at least double, weight advantage intimidate her.
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