Broken Wings
She peeked up — just in time to see a figure charging through the fog, gun raised and wild.
Riko.
He was screaming, firing in bursts, clearing a path with brute rage.
“REEEYES!” he roared.
Then again, louder — veins in his neck bulging:
“JACKSON!”
Reyes turned — eyes narrowing, steady, unflinching.
Their eyes locked.
Time stilled.
Riko raised his weapon, face twisted in rage — but click.
Empty.
He snarled and hurled the gun aside, leaping straight at Reyes like a rabid dog.
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