Regin had reached a point where she couldn't move, although none of the larger bits had piled on so heavily that she was actually pinned. That was nice. She was getting drenched by the fucking water main and now she was getting shot at and seriously? The bullets were hitting her too?
How was this fair?
"You are so lucky you aren't dead, lady." She shot Adalina a dry look, then cocked her head to the side. Cops. Fantastic. If a police weapon sticks to me am I stealing an officer's weapon? She was already stuck. She was trying to figure out the misery of the situation at this point.
One of Bobby's last shots got her in the eye. Pain or no it was irritating, and with a hiss she reached around her for a five pounder to chuck at his head. Sure it would rebound at her, but maybe it'd still hit its mark. Like a boomerang.