There were sudden yelps, grunts and squeals, and the gunfire that he deflected with his Bending lessened somewhat. He had literally crumpled the fabric of reality between himself and his attackers, so he couldn"t tell what was happening with spatial awareness. But he suspected that his new friends were picking off some of the men who had focused all of their attention on him.
Hurry…he thought. Please hurry.
Hurry…Please hurry.
Cautiously, Jack crept alongside the shuttle with his pistol gripped in both hands, its muzzle pointed down. His face tightened with anxiety. That one frustrating guy was still lurking behind the shuttle"s back end.
As he got close, Jack listened for the sound of heavy breathing, the rustle of boots on soft grass. Anything that would give him even an instant of
