What to do...

My gun is in the glove compartment but if I move now she could potentially shoot. Wait, how has she found me in the first place? Nevermind. She's a lieutenant for crying out loud, of course she's bound to find me. She has access to all the proper programs and database systems. Either that or she's aware that Sheriff Porter and I are familiar with one another.

"Answer me! Where is she?" her voice rings throughout my ears and I feel like ripping them from my head.

"I could answer if I actually understood you. Shouting is going to get you nowhere." I speak ever so nonchalantly, even though a rapid throb can be felt in my chest.

"Don't act stupid with me Steven! I'm not afraid to pull this trigger." she yells. So she knows my name aswell, well this just made things a whole lot more interesting. And I'd like to see her try to shoot me. Damn chick doesn't have the balls. It's just a fatal case of a broken heart that hasn't learn to disconnect itself from the soul yet. She'll get over it eventually.

"Then do it. I'm not sure what that will solve, but whatever floats your boat." I shake off her threat while switching off the engine to my car. Since she's my next target, who managed to bring herself to me, there's no reason to keep the engine running. I then lean back in my seat with my hands placed on the steering wheel, waiting for her to cave in.

For a brief moment, a cliché-ridden silence takes over and I become consumed by apathy. I decide against sitting here a second longer and reach for my gun. Every action that follows after happens so quickly I lose track of time. How I end up outside of my vehicle with the lieutenant on top of me still shocks me.

I lay pinned to the ground while she straddles my waist. Both of us breathing heavily. I wonder if she's aware of the sexual position we're currently in.

If it wasn't for the life and death situation there's a great chance that our position would turn me on, but since she nearly killed me things are only going to get worse from here on out. I simply need to regain my strength. I take a moment to replay everything that happened in a matter of seconds. My mind traces back to when I first reached for my gun in the glove compartment.

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I removed my right hand from the steering wheel and swiftly opened the glove compartment with the gun in full view. Just then my senses sharpened with adrenaline as a gunshot could be heard. I ducked immediately, but not fast enough as the bullet shot straight into my arm.

The same arm that Peggy wounded when she threw that tiny knife at me. That wound finally fucking healed, now this shit. Natural reflexes caused me to grab at my arm and bring it closer to my body as I hissed in pain. For a split second, I completely forgot about my weapon in perfect reach.

"I told you. I'm not afraid to pull this trigger. NOW GET OUT THE VEHICLE OR THE NEXT ONE GOES STRAIGHT TO YOUR DAMN HEAD!"

I decided to comply, but not without a strategy of my own. In one swift motion, I grabbed my gun and shoved it in my back pocket as my other hand opened the door. I could feel the blood trickling down my arm, but decided to ignore it. I had bigger problems to face. As I stepped out, my feet landed on the ground beneath me. Then I slammed the door shut. 

"You shouldn't have threatened me, lieutenant. It's not going to end well."

Without allowing her to respond I reached for my gun and instantly pulled the trigger as I aimed it towards her. The bullet fired from my weapon and spun through the air as it neared her. X beautifully marking the spot. A smile played on my lips as the thought of her life ending right here, right now sounded pleasing.

The lieutenant, however, crushed my joyous spirit as her calculating eyes caused her to dodge the bullet perfectly. A fit of anger seeped throughout my body and I fired another round, only for her to do the exact same thing. We dodged each other's matter of destruction just in time before glaring at one another.

I pulled the trigger again, but nothing happened. Two shots? That's all I fucking had in this pathetic weapon? Only two forsaken shots?... I yelled internally. 

My blood began to boil and I took a rapid few steps towards her, ready to attack. She noticed my approach and quickly reacted by aiming her gun at me and pulling the trigger. The bullet spat out of the pistol and penetrated me right in the left shoulder, a few inches above my heart. The force propelled me backward and caused me to land on my back with a brutal force. The pain greater than before.

Dark congealing blood began to ooze out of the bullet wound and each escaping drop made me feel weaker. She took my weakness as an opportunity to jump me, pinning me to the ground and removing my weapon from my possession.

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That's how we ended up in our current position. A finger jams into the wound on my arm and it forces me to snap back to reality as I yell out in pain.

"Are you-" I begin, but she cuts me off. 

"For the last time Steven! Where is she?" the lieutenant bellows as her hot breath hits my face and I immediately turn my head away. That's disgusting. What the fuck did she eat?... Is the first question that comes to mind.

"Firstly, remove your damn finger from out of my wound," I speak through clenched teeth as a throbbing pain spreads throughout my body. Then hiss as her finger slowly retracts.

"Secondly, retrieve your breath. You're killing trees with that vile stench." I watch as her body backs away a bit while a shocked expression worms it's way onto her face.

"Thirdly, get the fuck off me!" I yell as I shift my body rather uncomfortably beneath her huge ass. To my surprise, the lieutenant actually peels herself away from me and stands to her feet. Her pistol still situated in her hand. Without so much as a warning, her finger pulls back on the trigger and a third bullet spirals through the air. It rips through my jean and skin and lands in my inner thigh spilling more blood with equal unfeeling.

I screech out in agony and grab at my leg to try to stop the bleeding. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Any more bullet holes will kill me for sure. I can't lose more blood. 

"She murdered him!" she bellows and I rotate my head up, only to see tears rolling down her face. 

"And what? You think that killing me will help you find her?"

"I'm not-... She took my husband from me. She took my life from me. He was my everything and in a matter of seconds, she ripped it all away! I will ruin her even if it's the last thing I do!" she explodes pacing back and forth, smacking the gun against her head every so now and then.

"You-" she stops and points at me with the very weapon I've grown to despise. "You're going to take me to her or consider your existence expired."

Suddenly an idea comes to mind and I know exactly how I'm going to play this all out. I'll make it out of this alive. That I know for sure. "When's the expiry date?" I question as I force myself to get off of the ground, but it's no use. I only manage to get myself to sit up. Each movement causing greater pain than the previous.

"Do you honestly think I'm joking?" she scowls with a deadly glare. 

"What makes you think I am?" I snap back. 

I've had enough of her presence already. The sooner we get this over and done with, the better... For both of us. Her eyes take their time to scan my features as if calculating my level of honesty. After what felt like an eternity, she decides to speak up.

"Three days. That's all you have. If I don't have her by then, you are-"

"Dead. Yeah yeah I get it. Your threats are starting to give me a headache. Now help me up, before I pass out." I speak after cutting her off. I stretch out an arm waiting for her to react. She does react, but it wasn't the response I was hoping for.

Another gunshot rings through my ears.

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A/N:

Finally a chapter with some action. This wasn't in planning, but I couldn't resist. Steven needs a taste of his own medicine ;)

What do you think will happen next?

Love
-AmberLee