Oct 04, 2010 11:47
Even at full speed, Kyle couldn't keep up, but he didn't need to. He knew where Marcus would go and that Derek would be at a disadvantage once they ere there. He barreled through the park, dodging flamingos, and skidding around the corner to the junk yard entrance.
"Stop!" he yelled at both of them.
marcus wright,
kyle reese,
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The biggest problem was that he was pretty damn sure this was Kyle's brother, and he was also pretty damn sure that Kyle's brother wasn't someone he could just shoot.
He'd hit the junkyard at a dead run, cursing himself that he'd cleaned the place up, because there was nothing much left in the way of good cover. All he could do was draw his gun, but Kyle's shouted command kept it at his side as he whirled to face them both, hyper alert and ready to move and move fast.
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His eyes darted around the junkyard, trying to figure out what weapons were present and where the best cover was. And Kyle behind him. He need to protect Kyle even if he was an idiot.
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"I should explain."
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