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It had started out as any normal day on the job did. The two of the bickering and another new witness to get into the system. Nothing all that terrible (minus of course the thought of Marshal leaving in the back of her mind). And then, out of nowhere, they were ambushed. No longer was Mary simply afraid of losing Marshal due to a job transfer. Now she could lose him from a bullet wound. Her partner was down with a sucking chest wound, they were trapped in the middle of no where with an annoying witness, and the assassins that had just tried to kill him would likely be back soon. Absolutely perfect.
The gas station was supposed to be a reprieve. And it had been until Marshal passed out on the couch while trying to explain to her how to help save his life with a half full water bottle and a freaking car hose. Her heart had nearly stopped when he'd basically stopped breathing. When she got him back again she could have died from relief, only it was too early for that. They were trapped and the assassins were back. Her only chance was to find a way out into the darkness to kill them before they managed to kill her and Marshal (and their idiot witness, though he was hardly even a side thought).
It was her realization that the assassins weren't after the witness (at least not in the usual sense since they were working with him) that saved her and Marshal. Or at least it should have. The entire agonizing drive back into civilization with Marshal sprawled across the backseat, the water in the bottle dark red with blood, had sent her heart racing. Constantly she'd called back to him, needing to reassure herself that he was still alive. He had to hold on. If he didn't, she had no idea what she would do. They finally reached the ambulance not a moment too soon. Her terror wouldn't abate even after he was loaded up and taken away though (it wouldn't until she saw that he was actually alright), and for once she openly cried onto her mother's shoulder. If Marshal didn't survive she wasn't sure she would either.
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The gas station was supposed to be a reprieve. And it had been until Marshal passed out on the couch while trying to explain to her how to help save his life with a half full water bottle and a freaking car hose. Her heart had nearly stopped when he'd basically stopped breathing. When she got him back again she could have died from relief, only it was too early for that. They were trapped and the assassins were back. Her only chance was to find a way out into the darkness to kill them before they managed to kill her and Marshal (and their idiot witness, though he was hardly even a side thought).
It was her realization that the assassins weren't after the witness (at least not in the usual sense since they were working with him) that saved her and Marshal. Or at least it should have. The entire agonizing drive back into civilization with Marshal sprawled across the backseat, the water in the bottle dark red with blood, had sent her heart racing. Constantly she'd called back to him, needing to reassure herself that he was still alive. He had to hold on. If he didn't, she had no idea what she would do. They finally reached the ambulance not a moment too soon. Her terror wouldn't abate even after he was loaded up and taken away though (it wouldn't until she saw that he was actually alright), and for once she openly cried onto her mother's shoulder. If Marshal didn't survive she wasn't sure she would either.
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