Fading to Dust
She was still grinning, she was still laughing, he didn’t know weather that gave him hope or greatly disturbed him given Plast’s condition, a shot to her hip and she couldn’t stand on that leg.What the hell was she even doing there? She just sort of showed up, she must have heard the shoot out. What he didn’t know was why she joined in why did she have to get involved. He wanted to ask her but he was too busy trying to get them to the escape vehicle. “Clover is going to kill me if she finds out what happened to you” he said between labored breaths. He could see the van now and smirked to himself, he was almost there. Pain suddenly shot up his leg when a bullet tore through it. He dropped to his knee, he refused to drop Plast though, the thought of Clovers wrath alone made sure of that. He was up again, bullets hissed past him and he took a few more shells, his Vest absorbing most of them. The van was moving before he got both legs in it, he roared with Victory and slid Plast in to the seat while he crumpled down on to the floor. “We did it!, Plast, I have to thank you, I don’t think I could have gotten out of there on my own” he said through half chuckles. They hit a hard bump, and her arm swung off the seat, dangling infront of the Russians face. This caused him to sit up right, her arm was limp, she was limp. He stared at her motionless form on the seat, looked on in horror to the realization he wasn’t the only one who had been shot at. Try as he might to resuscitate the poor girl it was far too late, and the rest of the ride was in solemn silence, he knew who he had to face next, and he would have preferred to been the one who died.