Peter Lurkin made his way toward Killian, who had already reached the neutral zone. He’d managed to pull Vischa and Sophia out of the line of fire, and thanks to that, Lurkin was able to catch up to them and make sure things were finally under control, at least for now.
Wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a bulletproof vest strapped over it, Peter Lurkin held a submachine gun tight, ready to spray lead the second any enemy popped out.
“You guys alright?” Lurkin asked, his voice edged with concern.
Killian gave him a nod. He was hanging in there, even though he was a bloody mess. Wounds all over, and blood dripping from spots he couldn’t even feel anymore, but hey, he’d been through worse. Sophia, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. A stray bullet had grazed her right w
