One moment he was wondering why evolution seemed to be dumbing humans down when it should be going the other way, the next he got distracted by a light but familiar prickle at the back of his neck.
"Ad-"
Jamie dropped his phone when he was bodily slammed into his car. Bright blinding pain flared up in his side as cold steel cut into his body, severing blood vessels and muscle fibres.
Warm blood gushed out of the first stab wound - these bodies were too frakking fragile - soaking his shirt and running down his side.
When War rammed that knife into him a second time, his hand closed around her wrist and held it there at an awkward angle.
"...the frak you think you're doing?" National Security ground out. He tasted copper - bitch had got the lung, it seemed.