Tara was up on her feet quicker than she'd ever been. There is enough adrenaline coursing through her veins that her knee, though it cracks and sags as she moves to put herself between Al and PT, causes her no pain.
"Just step aside and you'll be able to walk away from this," PT says to her, leveling a gun at her chest as she makes herself as big as possible to shield Al.
"Not a chance," she growls. In her imagination she sees herself as a force to be reckoned with. In reality however, she's fully aware that she's a fat woman with resting bitch face leveling an icy glare at a man with a gun. She's unarmed.
"Tara, no—" Al whispers.
"Tara, yes," replies Tara under her breath. There is a small but audible click as PT cocks the gun and steadies it with his other hand.
"Last chance," he says.
"If you're gonna shoot me, shoot me. But you risk hitting Al. And you don't want that, do you?"
"Tara—" Al's voice is tinged with fear, a stark contrast from the cool and collected voice she's managing to pull off.
Blam.
"Did you hear that?" Finch says, holding his arm out to stop the other two as the sound of either a firework or a gunshot rings through the air. Either way, the sound isn't so far in the distance.
The three of them break into a sprint for the line of trees they can see past a terribly aged barn that seems on the verge of collapsing.
Athena hears the gunshot as she steps out of the van to go after Rubén. For a split second she's frozen in terror, knowing that the only reason she'd be hearing a gunshot is if one of the terrorists managed to locate Al and Tara…
But she steels herself quickly and takes off after Rubén, hoping he'll lead her right to Al.