“NO!” She had yelled, hoping her words would reach him as her legs weren’t carrying her nearly as fast as she needed them to. She had seen the gun, seen the way the man prepared to shoot and then watched his blood spray across the dirty walls of the alley. Too late. She came to an abrupt stop at the mouth of they alley, a safe distance behind the Mask. No use in attempting stealth now and surprising a mad man with a knife wasn’t exactly the thing she wanted to do.
“You shouldn’t have killed him,” she said, barely disguising her fury and contempt. Her hands were empty but hovered at her sides, grappling gun on one hip, baton on the other. Fight or flight, she wasn’t looking to do one or the other but she was ready for either. “You could’ve taken him in.”