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Not with panic.
With desperation.
The men who swaggered in here ten minutes ago are no longer attacking.
They're surviving.
Trying to create space.
Trying to get to the door.
Too late.
Sawyer cuts one off before he reaches it.
Alex blocks another.
Benji plants himself between two more like a damn brick wall wearing cowboy boots.
Nobody gets past.
Scarface backs toward the broken doorway instead.
His eyes dart from me...
...to Sawyer...
...to Benji.
Finally realizing exactly who he picked a fight with.
He moves to bolt.
I intercept him before he takes two steps.
One hand on his shirt.
One hard shove.
He slams into the wall beside the exit and stays there.
Frozen.
Our eyes meet.
For the first time since he walked into The Watering Hole, he's afraid.
Not nervous.
Not angry.
Afraid.
Good.
He should be.
I step closer.
