[Alfie, still right next to her, doesn't miss a beat in grabbing her up. It's just her leg, he tells himself, taking a deep breath and remaining calm. It could have been worse, but it's just a leg. And even with his bad back, he can carry her for long enough to get away.
Alfie doesn't bother to try to retaliate against the shooter. With any luck, he'll notice that, and realize that they aren't involved; that he'd made a mistake.]
Come on, Gwen; just a bit farther.
[He whispers it into her ear, low and soothing, and keeps moving at a half-jog, holding her securely in his arms. There's another building a short distance away. It looks empty.]
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Alfie doesn't bother to try to retaliate against the shooter. With any luck, he'll notice that, and realize that they aren't involved; that he'd made a mistake.]
Come on, Gwen; just a bit farther.
[He whispers it into her ear, low and soothing, and keeps moving at a half-jog, holding her securely in his arms. There's another building a short distance away. It looks empty.]