“UNNH.. .. .. Hey ... Midnight ...? Buddy bleeding out over here -- buddy without a healing factor...” Cole groaned, one hand reaching out to steady against the wall beside him, the other pressing against his quickly-bleeding side. “Might I suggest a -- uurgh! -- strategic retreat? ‘Cuz I think one ‘a those is in order, here! -- ”
Whoop. Down he goes. Who knows how a retreat is supposed to be made when there’s a bullet lodged deep in there -- frankly, Cole’s mind was too fuzzy to fuss about the details.
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