emma can't do anything more than watch as vasquez advances on the second hunter, as he fires once, twice, three times and a fourth, until the man finally collapses into a heap. each shot makes emma jolt with surprise, her hand pressed over her mouth as she stares wide-eyed at vasquez.
there's no horror in her expression, just pure shock, standing there in the middle of her home, blood everywhere, with two dead men spread across her floor. the air around them feels like it's buzzing with the sudden silence, the ringing emptiness in the wake of so much gunfire, and emma finally has to grip a nearby chair to stay on her feet.
she finally looks from the bodies on her floor and up to vasquez. ]
Vasquez—
[ in that moment, she has no idea whether to apologize or thank him. ]
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emma can't do anything more than watch as vasquez advances on the second hunter, as he fires once, twice, three times and a fourth, until the man finally collapses into a heap. each shot makes emma jolt with surprise, her hand pressed over her mouth as she stares wide-eyed at vasquez.
there's no horror in her expression, just pure shock, standing there in the middle of her home, blood everywhere, with two dead men spread across her floor. the air around them feels like it's buzzing with the sudden silence, the ringing emptiness in the wake of so much gunfire, and emma finally has to grip a nearby chair to stay on her feet.
she finally looks from the bodies on her floor and up to vasquez. ]
Vasquez—
[ in that moment, she has no idea whether to apologize or thank him. ]