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[Kirk wished he could say he was surprised by the sudden turn of events on this port. But it was the Barge, so if there was such a thing as a boring port, then that was really worrisome. Was there some horrible death awaiting them out there? Probably. But sitting around this Vault thing wasn't going to do any good.

So he checked his gun, and glanced over at Shego.]

"Ready?"

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There was almost a remark of the 'how the hell will being ten feet closer to where we're going help us at all' variety but she bit it back, mostly because she couldn't be heard over a few seconds of renewed gunfire. She felt the reverberation in the metal as a bullet passed through the sheeting a few inches over her head.

"Alright. What are gonna do?"

"I'll follow in a minute," Kirk answered vaguely. Though it was probably clear that he had every intention of playing the dumb hero so that she had a way better chance of getting away than he did.

He tightened his grip on the gun, knowing that six shots would really get them nothing in the end except a mild distraction. "Ready? I'm going to aim for that one on the end and you are just going to run."

This felt wrong. They were going to seperate and then he was going to get killed and then she would have nothing except a decent sprint on her side. Idiot. Heroic sacrifices were for losers.

Shego heard the first shot from Kirk. She moved on the second shot, probably not even a second later, and heard a noise from the other side of the track. It wasn't even a cry of pain, more the sort of deathly gurgling of someone who'd been shot in the head without immediate lethality. How many of them were there? Two, three? She didn't think she'd heard more than two guns going off at the same time, and given the bodies they'd found it wasn't hard to imagine a gang of four had had a recent domestic and been narrowed down to a gang of two.

Then again, in their current situation, two against one weren't better odds when the one had a gun and the two had basically nothing.

On the sixth shot, she collapsed behind the three-foot wall of what had once been another charming family home, somewhat hating herself for doing exactly what Kirk had told her even though it was plainly a suicidal idea. The aftermath of the sixth shot was just silence - no sound of returned fire, or of Kirk reloading (of course).

She peeked over the wall. The other raider had left the cover of the bus, and of course he was built like a truck - and wearing armour. Of an improvised variety that made him look like he'd covered himself in Krazy Glue and stumbled through a cookware store, but still. And he was heading towards Kirk with the sort of swift surefooted determination one might expect from someone who had recently lost the last member of their social circle.

Well, fuck.

For a split second, Kirk thought about making a run for it but that was a decision he never truly entertained in situations like this. He always had to run at dangerous things rather than away. And maybe, just maybe, Shego would be smart and take the distraction as a chance to save herself because that was really the whole goal of this plan.

Kirk managed to duck and avoid the first swing at his head but his own swipe really did nothing against the bulk of the raider and he wasn't fast or flexible enough to duck the right hook that suddenly came at his gut.

Although Shego considered herself to have a healthier fight-or-flight impulse than Kirk, she had not been running. What she had been doing was looking around for weapons. And by the time the guy had extracted his fist from Kirk's solar plexus and had started reaching for his throat (what the hell was so magnetically attractive about Kirk's neck?), she had something.

"HEY!"

What a ravaged former residential area was not short on was lead piping. She swung, and then instantly wished she hadn't yelled. Not because she'd wanted to see Kirk get a bit choked or because he'd be able to usefully respond in time, but because she had done this to a few zombies with a baseball bat and it had been easy because they were the mindless walking dead and putting them down had felt as morally dubious as popping a zit. When she had looked in their eyes there had been nothing. When this guy half-turned, she made eye contact with him and something happened, the anger and aggression in his eyes turning abruptly into fear.

The pipe connected with the metal grille semi-covering his face, distorting the weak metal, crushing it bloodily into his face. She swung again - she couldn't not - and the grille came away. Once more and it was over. Just - over. The earth seemed to shake when he hit the ground.

Shego exhaled deeply and rubbed at the bridge of her nose with her left hand. The other was still holding the pipe, knuckles white with the strength of the grip.

Kirk couldn't do much of anything but stare for a few seconds. One moment he'd been struggling to breathe (which was really just getting old by this point) and the next he was on the ground, the raider bleeding and dead nearby and Shego wielding a pipe above him.

Once he recovered from the shock, it occurred to him that he'd never seen her kill someone like that before. It wasn't to say that she hadn't, he didn't see everything and he hadn't known her for most of her life but yeah. It maybe explained why her knuckles were turning white.

"Um, thanks," Jim said a little awkwardly, slowly moving to his feet. "I can take that if you want."

What she actually wanted to do was never ever look at it again or acknowledge that it existed or what she'd done, ever, but that would involve admitting she had a problem with anything relating to this situation. So she just shook her head and let her grip loosen fractionally.

"I'm good." She waved a hand down the trail. "Let's just keep moving. We can't be more than a couple hours away now, and I seriously don't want to know what the Admiral's gonna do to any stragglers."

"Okay." Kirk mostly just didn't fight her about it because he wasn't entirely sure yet how she was handling it. Something he could focus on once they were safe back on the Barge and no one was trying to kill them. "You think you can run it? It'll be even faster."

"Yeah." She set the pipe down, because a) it was covered in blood and had a chunk of scalp clinging to it and b) she didn't need it weighing her down on a cross-country run while she was already dehydrated. She took a few gulps of water from the one remaining bottle in her pack, resealed and replaced it carefully, then set off at a jog to warm up. The sooner they were back the sooner she could go hide in a shower cubicle forever.

Not forever. Maybe a day and then Kirk was coming to find her and drag her out of her emo hole.

Kirk didn't bother taking a drink of water before he started jogging after her. Just decided to suck it up and go because being a little dehydrated hadn't killed him yet while the natives here had come a lot closer to that.

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