Shawn panted as a bullet zipped past his head. Diving, he found himself face first against the concrete. The sound of sneakers smacking against the rough pavement could be heard coming toward his current location. Juliet and Lassiter weren't far behind him, they should be showing up anytime now. Hopefully before the crazy teenaged boy found his hiding spot. Not that it would be hard since Shawn's legs were sticking out from behind the dumpster he had dove beside. It was like he was screaming at the boy to find him. Like a sick and twisted game of hide and go seek with a bit of Russian roulette through in for good measure.
It wasn't a fair fight, not really. Considering that the seventeen year old held a pistol and Shawn held a stick no longer than his leg. Oh yes, it was such a fair weapon standoff. At least he was alive—for now. If Lassie didn't get his ass in gear though...
"Freeze—dammit, I said freeze!"
Ah, speak of the devil and he saw appear. Just in the nick of time too. Randy, the teenager with the gun, made it around the dumpster, his gun level with Shawn. Throwing his hands up in surrender, Shawn heard a gunshot followed closely by an intense fiery pain in his stomach. Grasping his burning abdomen, he glared down at the growing mess of red that seemed to spread out against the white shirt he was wearing. Somewhere in the distance he heard another shot ring out. His vision was blurring, but he saw Randy fall to a heap just in front of him. Shawn could make out Lassiter's words as he screamed for an ambulance, and felt Juliet's delicate hands as she tended to the gaping wound in his stomach. His eyes grew heavy as they fluttered shut, his last conscious thought was at least I'm still alive.