Gun against his scalp, Dexter's feet rooted into the ground. The Azarean female loomed in the corner of his eye, a cold and calculating demeanor with an undefinable expression behind a lens. She hadn't killed him yet, which could only mean one thing.
His thoughts were a loop of his last exchange with Jessica. Though it could have and probably should have been different, he was grateful.
A deafening bang accompanied a liquid sensation on his cheek. He flinched over his right shoulder, where the Azarean female collapsed. Meters away from her fallen body stood Ike, alive with a smoking barrel in his grasp.
"Run, shit-stain!" he yelled and commenced firing at the male agent, who'd begun a sprint. So quick, he dodged the bullet and grabbed Ike's arm like a lunging viper. He shoved him and dented the hood of the nearest car before tossing successive body shots the eye could barely follow. Ike somehow took the brunt of them before blocking his taller opponent's fist and punching back.