And Stay || Han Lue [returns 2026?]

seventy-four

Bea's head went into her hands, sighing heavily. If only Shaw didn't act before listening. Han didn't have a weapon, not like Beatriz. Han just had to grab his snacks from his jacket pocket. Han reached over, grabbing the empty bag after he landed on his stomach.

"Should have stayed dead." Shaw said.

Beatriz sat down on the small platform by the door. She rested her arms on her legs as she looked over at Han.

"I can get in. I can get in!" Ramsey said, hacking into Shaw's locked hideout.

Han stood up, still holding onto the bag of snacks. Shaw really didn't care for Han and Bea showing up at his front door. "I don't like repeating myself." Shaw stated.

Han scoffed. "You ruined my snacks."

Bea leaned back on her hands, watching Han and Shaw fight. Han was blocked the punches with his arms. He pushed Shaw away from him. "Relax. I don't wanna fight you." Han said.

"Then this is gonna end quick."

Bea knew that Han wouldn't want her to get involved, not that she wanted to get involved in his fight with Shaw. Shaw kicked Han in the stomach, pushing him backward into the punching bag. Bea's face fell when the punching bag groaned. "What the hell was that?" Beatriz asked. Han didn't asnwer as he turned, grabbing the punching bag to block Shaw's punches.

Han moved away from the punching bag, Shaw followed. Before Shaw could threw the next punch, an SUV broke through the hideout wall. Beatriz got up quickly, pushing her back against the wall. "Shit." Bea was out in the open with the Agency looking directly at her.

Shaw took care of the driver of the car before Beatriz even knew what was happening. Bea turned her head, seeing Han doing the same on the passenger side. Bea's hand went behind her back, touching the gun she always kept on her person. However, from what she briefly saw, the agents were heavily protected, straight down to their faces covered. No simple bullet from a handgun would do anything to them. But that was all Beatriz currently had.

She cocked it, heading over to the car as Shaw took care of most of the agents. "Don't!" Bea shouted when Shaw pushed Han up against the car, gun pointed at his chest.

"You bring more men to kill me?" Shaw asked.

"They're trying to kill us too." Han stated. Bea turned her head when she heard noise coming from outside.

"Well, it looks like we got more company." Shaw lowered the gun, releasing Han. "You still drive?"

"What do you think?" Han said sarcastically.

"Shaw, give me one of those!" Beatriz said, holding out her hand for one of the guns that the agents had. Han tried to stop her. "You really wanted your pregnant fiancée defenseless?" Bea asked.

Han sighed. "Stay by me. Got it?" Beatriz nodded as a gun was placed into her hand.

"Okay, just give me a second." Ramsey said.

"Rams, Han may not have a second left to live." Archer said.

"Freeze!" Archer kept her back to the agent that was behind her, a gun was pointed at her back. The others looked at each other as they lifted their hands up.

Bea followed Han, getting into the passenger seat of the car. Han looked at her, she just gave him a smirk. Han sighed. "This is the last time you'll do something like this, right? For the remainder of the pregnancy?" Han asked as he started the engine.

"Of course. I'm not stupid." Bea said. Beatriz knew the risks she was taking right now – she was so early in her pregnancy, she could lose the baby if she wasn't careful. Up until his point, she avoided anything that could do damage to their child. Driving a motorcycle wasn't a high risk, now fighting Agency agents was. She'd just be extremely careful how she fought.