There was the sound of feet clattering.
I looked up to see the mother standing beside me. The muscles in her face tensed as she continued to fire away. She looked down at her stricken daughter.
“Are you okay baby? Mummy’s here.”
Leanne stoically recovered her composure.
“Yes Mum, I think so. These people help me. I’m sorry.”
The Mum replied, “Don’t be sorry baby. I got us into this mess.”
Then she gave me a glance, before firing another shot.
“Buster, the name’s Chrissie, nice to meet you. I don’t know you and your woman. But you looked after my Leanne, so you must be good people. Well for drug dealers and all. Now, I don’t know what your plan for getting off this base was, but I’ve got a ship sixty meters away, behind those crates. There’s enough space for everybody. What ya say, you two bring my Leanne over to it, I’ll give you cover. And we get the hell out of here”
I didn’t need long to think about it. There was no other option. I nodded to Tabitha, and then we lifted Leanne to a standing position, putting an arm over each of us. She smelled of perfume.
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