I can hear Saint yelling, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. He continues to fire his gun, but I’m still blinded to anything around us.
With great difficulty, I reach into the small of my back, fumbling for the gun. When I’m able to reach it, I aim it out in front of me. I’m squashed onto my belly with limited room, but having the gun allows me to defend myself if I need to.
My hand trembles as I wave the barrel from left to right. I’m on high alert, sharpening my eyes to see in the dark.
Saint continues shooting into the darkness, and when his gun clicks, hinting he’s out of bullets, I frantically offer him mine. He accepts and continues to shoot. I don’t know where the rocket launcher is, but it makes sense for Saint to be able to actually see his attacker before firing that thing
