Barrowing into the man before he could aim again, Napoleon twisted his body to cover his partner taking three bullets in the stomach.
Customers from the restaurant began pouring into the street as the Thrush agents dived into the car and it pulled away.
Holding his shoulder where he had been hit, Illya crawled quickly to his partner.
"Napoleon why?" Illya asked pressing the stomach wounds attempting to stop the bleeding.
"You better hold on Napoleon, or I will never forgive you." He warned.
The sounds of an ambulance caught his attention, "They're almost here, my friend. Stay with me."