"I'm a friend of Yuliya's, stop shooting," Tang Zheng didn't bother to pick up the M4A1 and, clutching his handgun, he dove for cover. In his view, a beautiful foreign woman like Yuliya must have had quite the reputation among the Resistance.
"Yuliya, the enemy is your comrade," Leon ran through the bullet rain, dashing into a Commuting Car. He had realized and yelled towards the Ukrainian girl.
Bullets pierced through the walls of the carriage, ricocheting unpredictably. One even grazed his ear, but now the shooting had finally stopped.
Five Lickers were crouched on the ceiling, eyeing Tang Zheng with a predatory gaze, but they didn't launch an attack, and the lobby fell into a sudden silence.
"Yuliya, are you there?" A rough male voice rang out, full of vigor.
"Sheva? It's me!" Yuliya recognized the voice of her teammate and immediately jumped out of the carriage, "Stop shooting, they're friends."