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Chapter 21
1st Saturday, 7:00 p.m.
Bobby threw himself over Makenzee's body, shielding her from the flying glass and shooting bullets. Jack did the same to Sue and Myles to Lucy. D to Tara. Jack, Myles D, and Tara pulled out their guns, Bobby reached for his holster but Makenzee grabbed his arm. From under him she said, "You're shot!"
All head turned to the pair. He waved it off, "Just nicked me, that's all." The agents split up to search the premises except for Sue and Lucy – who didn't have guns – and Tara who was ordered to stay with the women.
Makenzee was sitting stiffly on the couch when Bobby returned, his arm already bandaged. He kneeled in front of Makenzee and rubbed her arm. "Hey, sheila, how are you?"
"Okay. How's your arm?"
"It's fine, don't worry about me."
"How can I not, Bobby? You were shot!"
"Hey, hey." He looked into her eyes that were brimming with tears. "But I'm fine. This is just another day at work. I'm fine."
"You better be." She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. He rubbed her back with one hand, the other rested on the back of her head. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."
"You'll never have to find out. I promise." He whispered, "I promise."
Unfortunately the team found nothing. Luther was gone, once again.