The battle around them had not yet ceased. Gunshots still whizzed through the air, screams, bodies colliding, and the pounding of boots echoed through every corner of the now-ruined room.
Daxter no longer moved. He simply held Haisley in his arms, still unable to accept that the woman he had used as a weapon to bring down Lucas had saved him, just because she wanted Daxter to stay alive and be with Veronica.
Suddenly—
BANG!
A bullet shot swiftly toward his head. But before it could hit its target, another body leaped in front of him.
THUD!
A woman's body crashed beside Daxter. The gunshot still echoed as blood spurted from her chest, soaking the floor. Daxter turned, and time seemed to freeze.
"No…" he whispered softly, barely audible.