Alyssa's adrenaline was still going, and she wouldn't feel 'done' until every single perp was bagged and tagged, and they were picking up those little kids from the safehouse. The arrests seemed to be going smoothly, no gunfire so far, and that was due in a large part to how coordinated Karl's assault had been.
He's really beautiful in action, she thought, lifting her gaze to his and returning his slightly stiff smile with a more genuine one of her own. "Yeah we --"
Alvin's shoulder dipped out of her line of sight, and she moved her head to the side to see over Karl's shoulder -- and saw Alvin pulling a gun out of an ankle holster. He hadn't gotten up out of his crouch. He was just pointing his gun straight at Karl's back.
Alyssa didn't even have time to curse in her head, she reacted entirely on instinct. Like a spring released from its coil, Alyssa slammed into Karl's side and shouted, "Gun!"
The shove barely moved Karl more than the few critical inches to insure that he would be out of the bullet's path. Alyssa was not so fortunate. Pain ripped through her right shoulder, causing her to drop her gun.
Frak.
But pain was good, pain meant she had been shot and her arm was on fire, but Karl was alive. She stumbled backwards with the force of impact.