Anderson had remained hidden in the shadows of that alley for hours until Kate and her kind-faced French friend came out. When he saw that large man appear, towering over Kate like that, he knew it had been worth it. But he held his ground. He didn't want Kate to know that he had been following her unless it was absolutely essential. She was smart, he knew that she could most likely handle this situation purely on her wit.
But when that man threw Kate's friend to the ground like that. Anderson put his finger on the trigger and aimed. He listened to Kate try to beg for mercy, but he could only tolerate it for a few moment until he finally stepped out of the shadow he was hiding in.
"Hey," he called out, just as the pilots voice had called out just a moment ago. The tall man turned his attention from the charging pilot to Anderson. Without another word, Anderson fired off a warning shot. He hoped that, coupled with the other charging man, a simple warning would be enough to scare off the man. And it was. As soon as the man realized he had not, in fact, been shot, He turned around and ran.
Anderson was aware of Kate's eyes on him. He was also aware of the gratitude radiating from them. He looked directly at her for a moment, and quietly sunk back into the shadows. He was glad she was alright, and, just this time, that grateful look in her eyes was enough.
