The driver-side door of the Fury popped open with a horrible twisted-metal groan. Delaney slowly swung out, blinking. A steady trickle of blood from her nose made her face a half-mask of red. Furys don't have airbags, so there was no escaping the steering wheel. She barely glanced at the mercenary before rushing to me on unsteady legs while I pulled myself up to sitting.
She dropped to her knees next to me and looked me over for more bullet holes, white-faced. "Did he...?"
"No, just the one in the leg. Help me up."
Delaney looked me over one last time, a tremor passing over her face, then she braced herself and lifted as hard as she stood. With that, I managed to pull myself upright to stand on my one good leg.
Catching her breath, she grumbled at the effort. "f**k, you're heavy. You n
