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“No.”
“Then you get nothing.”
Patrick’s smile disappears.
“You think those men can save you?”
“I know they can.”
He fires.
The bullet hits the ground near my feet.
I drop.
Gunfire explodes from the ridge.
The roof shooter falls backward.
Will reaches me before I hit the gravel.
He covers me with his body and drags me behind an old engine block.
More shots tear through the loading bay.
Frank throws himself sideways.
The chair crashes onto the concrete.
Patrick fires toward the west ridge.
Ramirez runs for the rear door.
Arthur appears from behind a trailer and tackles him before he reaches it.
Sean enters through the loading bay.
Patrick sees him.
He grabs Frank’s chair and drags it upright.
The gun returns to Frank’s head.
“Stop!”
Every weapon turns toward Patrick.
Sean stops ten feet away.
Frank’s face is covered in blood.
One eye is swollen shut.
But he looks at Sean and says, “Shoot him.”
Patrick drives the gun against his temple.
“Shut up.”
