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When the first shot was fired Kalen almost didn’t realize it was gunfire, but then the second and third came, and finally full automatic fire as the hell outside opened up. “Holy fucking shit!” The soldier inside the truck said something in Chinese that she didn’t bother paying attention to, instead trying to make her movements as concise as possible as she did her best to slip out of the cuffs. Sharp metal bit into her wrists and hands, and she shifted in her seat to disguise her intent, keeping the man in her peripheral vision.

Those around her shared panicked glances and murmurs; meanwhile she braced herself for the moment the back of the truck opened, prepared to make a run for it through the streets to the next safe zone. As the gunfire drew closer the soldier moved towards the back of the truck, and she let the cuffs fall to the bench beneath her, on the edge of her seat. C’mon…I need to leave before more of these fuckers show up…

The minute the back dropped open she was up and on her feet, darting forward and pulling the barrel of the soldier’s rifle to the side and down, two shots put directly into the center of his chest. Immediately she dropped to a crouch to search the body, locating his combat knife and pulling it from his belt along with its sheathe, clipping it to her belt. She squinted into the sun at the resistance members advancing towards her before taking off in a run that was quickly halted by a strong grip that held her back.

“Fuck you, I have places to be.” Her protests didn’t get her anything except dragged along to wherever the insurgents were holed up, and she struggled until it became apparent that wouldn’t get her anywhere, momentarily resigned to whatever was going to happen. At least she wasn’t destined to be executed anymore. Theoretically.