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"Get in, hurry!" Twi hollered.

The gunfire continued. Bullets shredded against the brick wall outside, and a few more shots ripped through the already shattered glass window, almost making it just a hole in the wall. Blood was scattered about even though none of us were hit. The glass had cut us on its way down and the others were forced to step on the glass bits.

We all had immediately dropped down after the window exploded. The others managed to get in unscathed quickly. Now we were hiding for our lives. I checked over my m9 and started a defense. Throwing only my arm up, I took a couple blind shots through the window toward the sounds of the guns. I wanted them to experience shots going their way. But instead of gesturing them away, it seemed to draw them closer. A few more shots flew through the window right where my arm had been, and whipped above our heads. The cracks of them grew increasingly nerve-racking.

I decided to take another blind shot. Instead of them returning fire, there was a quick silence. Had that actually hit-

"Step out of the building! Surrender and no harm will be done!" I heard a stallion scream.

Who on earth was shooting at us anyway? And how did they get guns? It was so unexpected, but the offer was tempting. I glanced cautiously over the edge of the window, and was startled to see a boy poking around the corner of a nearby overthrown box. I ducked quickly when he aimed his pistol at me, and he let off a couple shots that whizzed over my head.

Fuckers ...

"More humans ..." I said.

"What?" Twi asked, turning to Discord, "I thought you got rid of those bastards!"

"I did!" he insisted.

"Should we fire back?" Rarity asked.

Twi thought a few seconds before nodding. Dash and I took the first shots, peering over the ledge and firing a few rounds near whatever we could see. Just as we dove back down, shots rang out above our heads. One of them actually bounced off the opposing wall. Still travelling at full speed, it ripped halfway through the brick wall, inches away from me. It wasn't safe for us here.

"Twi! You and the others stay here. I'm gonna run out to the other building and distract them. Be careful poking out!" I instructed.

"I'm coming with you," Dash seemed to command herself by my side. I didn't mind one bit.

We readied at the door. Still flung open, we counted to three and leapt out, using it for cover as we hustled to the back side of the station. We bolted around the corner and ... oh hell. We flung ourselves back around the corner after seeing a boy firing at the side of the station. He turned his attention to us immediately. These damn humans. Why were there so many here? Though I didn't stop for details, I noticed straight black hair with a bandana around his neck.

Plopped in the back of the neighboring house we were initially going for, he sat there with some kind of pistol. We dodged a few of his late-fired shots, but now we were stuck. The only protection from the front shooters we had was the door and the angling of the station walls.

"Should we run back inside?" Dash yelled over the gunfire.

"No. We have to get to that building," I insisted.

I slightly pulled out of cover, poked around the corner and got off three fast shots in the boy's direction. The move startled him. Five shots flew past. I felt them whiz by my side, merely inches away. One of them shook the dirt up by my right leg. I heard the boy yell. Finally one thing had gone right. There were more shots in between his cries of pain. I threw my arm around and fired one more blind shot his way. He screamed again.

I don't believe that shot hit him, but the first one definitely did. Twi ran out, followed by Rarity. They stopped, using the door as cover. They exchanged a glance with us before bolting for the nearby tree. Oh. I hadn't seen that there.

We watched as they ran, and right before they reached it, Rarity was clipped in the side and fell. Dash gasped. Even more shots rang out. I threw my arm out, making sure the door didn't block my shot, and fired a few blind rounds at them. Twi quickly dragged Rarity's laid out legs into the cover of the tree. She hollered once, and I had to hold back Dash from running over.

"Don't! You'll be shot as well!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, okay ... is the kid dead?"

I glanced around the corner. The boy had dropped his gun and was curled up, clutching his chest tightly. The door we used as cover was then ripped with bullets and flung shut. Without a second to lose, it forced us to jump out behind the station. But I had different plans for the boy. This was going to end. Now.

I still had my m9 pointed at him, but he was done trying to fight.I stopped at the edge and took a deep breath.

"Stay here," I told Dash, "I'll be back."

She looked confused, but got the best of her stubbornness and agreed. One more breath, and I sprinted to the boy. While I was running, I managed to get my left leg clipped. Kind of like Rarity, I dropped with both legs laying out in the open. The difference, however, was that the boy I shot wasn't exactly keen about pulling me in as Twi had done with Rarity. I squirmed further in until I was in the clear.

"Devan!" Dash yelled.

"I'm fine! Stay there!"

The boy clutched his chest the whole time. He wasn't a threat anymore. That's exactly what I needed for my plan. Observing my legs, there were only two bullet skims on my left one, one on my calf and another near my ankle. No bullets went through the inside. Sucking in the pain, I called myself a pussy under my breath.

Alright. Time for the plan. Forgetting the throbbing and the blood inching down my leg, I got up. Beretta still in hand, I nudged the boy.

"Get up ... or I'll shoot." I grabbed his arm.

"Please don't," he begged.

He cooperatively obeyed and stood up, still clutching his chest intently. To be sure he didn't mess anything up, I pulled off his bandana and blindfolded him with it. He had blood spilled over the grass. I hoped he could stay conscious until this was over, but he was okay right now. I only needed him for a few minutes.

"What are you doing?"

"Quiet." I hooked him by the neck, and put the m9 to his head.

I dragged him out of cover. With the gun to his head, he didn't squirm a bit. I continued limping slowly along the side of the house. The gunfire came to another silence. "Drop your weapons! Get out of cover or the boy dies!" I exclaimed. "No, please ..." The boy quivered in my grip. I stopped around the corner of the house and waited for a response.

I was getting nervous and impatient. It was a while until all three of them finally came out of cover. There was a catch though. The main one walked out, but with a pistol to Cloudchaser's head.