I honestly wasn't expecting trouble. I've done bodyguard duty a million times, and it's never been eventful, for the most part. Get there, eat rich mammal food, leave.
Which doesn't mean that I don't do my job. I just might be a little more relaxed about it.
When the gunshots started their special music and glass from the broken window the bullets were coming through started raining down, it only took me a second. I shoved Savage down under a table, flipped the one I had been sitting at over, and pulled it close. Now he had a three way barricade with an exit facing a door.
Jackson was pulling his own weight. He'd somehow managed to get everyone to stop talking and hunker down.
Everyone. That's odd. Unless the shooter is a Bark Trooper from Roar Wars, he should have gotten at least two, probably four people just on his first round. He's not trying to hit us. He's trying to scare us. And if I'm judging by the terrified looks on the rich high and fancies, he's doing a pretty good job.
Jackson looks over at me, and I can see he's thinking the sane thing. We exchange nods, and he radios dispatch.
"What is going on?" I mentally groan. This is always the worst part. I'm trying to work, and the questions start up. It's enough to make a bunny distracted. But I keep my voice civil when I answer Savage.
"I don't know. Stay down." I unholster my gun, and dart to a wall, back flat. My quick dash brings another wave of bullets, and adrenaline fills my veins, reminding me why I love this job. Moments like this, dangerous, high stakes, and action-packed are why I joined the force. Times like this, you wake up, and it's amazing.
Lee signals that he made contact with dispatch, and that they're on their way. We just have to stay alive till then.
Looking back, at that moment, I think that's the moment my parents had always been scared of. Maybe I wouldn't have thought it so heroic as a kid if I'd known what happened after.
I saw the glint of the barrel that was attached to a gun. The sniper was perched on top of a building. I looked over the mammals under my charge, and I saw the red dot on Jack's suit coat. A laser. For aiming.
So I ran, hoping to get there in time.
