Patsy peered round the corner and quickly withdrew her head at the spray of gun fire, frowning in concentration.
"I need a distraction so he doesn't turn me into swiss cheese before I can get out there and disarm him," she said with a nod behind the man, "Think you can handle that? I'll book it up there, and any luck I'll get to him before he can pump me full of holes. Then you can go for the cube. Deal?"