Sully's POV
I watched from an adjacent rooftop as the kid whirled around, sending one of Marlowe's agents toppling over the edge to the street below. The gun he had been holding fell to the roof near the kid. The brown-haired teen skidded to a stop at the edge of the roof. He lunged to grab the fallen agent's gun, pointing it towards the agent with shaking hands. "Look what we have here," the black-suited agent said, slowly stalking towards him, causing him to back towards the edge of the roof. The kid shuffled backwards, falling but still holding onto the gun.
"Whoops. You alright?" Deceptively caring, the agent's voice reaches my ears as he kept walking forward as the kid kept scooting backward. I could see the fear in his eyes. There was no way in hell he would be able to pull the trigger. Crap. The unfamiliar feelings of protectiveness and concern surged within me. I started sprinting toward the little roof they were standing on, dodging pots and climbing up to the roof just fast enough to hear the agent say,"Just, close your eyes. This won't hurt a bit."
I pulled out my gun as I watched the kid's eyes close, and shot the agent between the shoulder blades. The teen jumped as the crack from the shot echoed off the surrounding buildings, his eyes opening and frantically scanning the agent as the agent's jaw sagged, releasing a strangled gasp seconds before the body slumped forward, hitting the ground with a loud thump.
I walked toward the kid, holstering my gun as I did. I wasn't scared of the gun the kid held pointed towards me. If he couldn't shoot someone with the barrel of a pistol leveled between his eyes, he wasn't going to shoot someone who didn't have a gun out.
I was right in assuming that he wouldn't shoot me. What I hadn't planned for was him rolling backwards off the roof.