Morales heard him move abover her slightly, and she knew what he was about to do. She wasn't just about to let him, though.

Throwing herself to the left, ignoring the throbbing in her back, she stood up and kicked Hershey in the kneecap, then dove for her handgun. Another gun went off before she could even reach it, ans she felt the air by her cheek shiver as Belsamo missed her by centimeters.

Morales reached the gun, and tossed it to Jasper. It was imparative that he survive this; she could be replaced, but, so far as she knew, he was the only person who had learned how a serial killer's mind worked from birth.

He caught it, and turned to Belsamo as best he could with his injured leg. Morales pulled out the small gun from her waistband and found herself in a stand-off with Hershey. He had his gun on her, and she had hers on him.

Jasper and Belsamo were in a similar position, but Jasper was sitting.

"Well, Hat. What are you gonna do here?" She flicked her ponywail off of her shoulder, and watched him pretend to consider it. Morales knew that he wasn't going to prison; he'd die first. The only reason she hadn't made it so was the boy across the storage unit; the one with the injured leg and held at gunpoint. The second she pulled the trigger, Belsamo would do the same.

Jasper saved her the hesitation, and shot Belsamo between the eyes, then turned to aim at Hershey.

Morales sneered. "Drop it."

He didn't follow her orders. He started to turn the gun at Jasper, but didn't make it halfway. Two more bangs rang out, and Hershey fell. Both she and Jasper had hit him; Jasper in the nose, and Morales through the shoulders.

Her pride was slightly wounded; the kid was a better shot.