Author's Note: More tension! More drama! More excitement than you can shake a stick at.
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Victims of Fate
Chapter Twenty One
Prompt: Divorce
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"The hospital says she made it out of surgery," Mike said as he walked back into the living room where Carolyn sat with an ice pack to her ribs, "One of the two guards made it, but the other one died on the way."
"Damn," Carolyn leaned back into the couch.
"You're lucky it's not you," Mike snapped. The guard had a vest on too. Amelia had shot him through the throat. He'd bled out before help could arrive. The other guard had been shot through the shoulder. Too bad Mike's shot hadn't killed Amelia.
"I was wearing a vest, Mike," Carolyn closed her eyes, and winced. Mike's tenuous hold on his temper broke.
He slammed a first onto the coffee table, "Oh yeah, that means you were completely protected!" He yelled, "She could have shot you through the head, neck, hundreds of places! You put your life at risk for what?"
"Mike, I don't want to talk about it," Carolyn glared at him. Mike stopped in his tracks. For a moment he looked like he was going to say more.
"Fine, fine, we won't talk about it," Was all he said and then stormed out. She winced when he slammed the door closed. Carolyn sat there, her ribs aching and then swore quite eloquently in every language she could think of. She knew what she did was stupid, IAB and her sore ribs had already told her that. She wasn't about to let Mike get shot. She's saved his life and gotten yelled at for it. Probably was going to get yelled at her actions by IAB too. She groaned, she had to fix this, didn't she?