The ambulance team is calm and professional. “He’s been shot in the back,” says Rei, noticing that blood is dripping on the pavement, has in fact left a trail all the way here. Two officers come over to help him carry Akai beyond all that, to the thankfully waiting ambulances. Outside is a mess of uniformed police officers holding the line, and further behind them a barrier made of police cars and the SAT trucks. Then he runs towards the secured side door. He frees himself from Akai’s weight, bends, and hauls the FBI agent onto his shoulders. Things looks unruly but relatively under control there, but they could go south at light speed if the Organization operatives’ guns haven’t been secured yet. Rei drags himself backwards out from under the FBI agent by his elbows, head craned to assess the danger from the end of the hall.
BETWEEN IDEA REALITY FALLS SHADOW PATCH
Rei runs a hand down his back and, at the small of his back just below his high-cut bullet proof vest, finds the growing patch of wetness. “Bastard got me,” mutters Akai, eyes sliding closed. “FBI?” says Rei, quietly in the midst of the chaos surrounding them, flipping over to lie on his back under Akai’s weight. His fingers are clutching Rei’s upper arms, his body curled around Rei’s. That would have been it for them if Gin hadn’t run out of bullets and if the SAT commander hadn’t led a rush of police officers down the hall to capture the last Organization operatives, dozens of boots pounding the ground around them and very nearly trampling them down.Īkai’s breathing heavily in his ear each breath sounds torn from him, rough as road rash. The whimper is Akai’s, as he shoves Rei out of the line of fire and then crumples, dragging Rei down with him. The gunshot echoes through the foyer, at one end a bastion of SAT members in riot gear, at the other the last hold-out of the Black Organization, and Akai and Rei in the No Man’s land in the middle.
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