"/If/ something goes wrong, tell her I'm sorry I didn't go to law school like she wanted." She closed her eyes. "Look, someone has to get out and make sure everyone's taken care of. That's you. I'll do my damnedest to make it out, I will."

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Another breath, and frowning, he takes the gun and makes sure it's ready. "Okay. I will. Because it's practical, and... okay. I... absolutely nothing new meant by it, but I love you, Zoe."

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She was relieved he wouldn't argue over it, so much that her shoulders sagged in a momentary show of weakness.

She recovered fast and flicked her wrists so the mounted pistols extended into her open palms. The words didn't come as easily to her as they did to him. She loved him like family, she'd do anything to protect him, and her entire being radiated it if he looked.

"When I move, you go the opposite direction and don't look back. Don't do it. I'll meet up with you when I get clear here."

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He did look enough to see it -- especially since it might be his last look if he was going to try to follow her instructions. "...Got it." A small, Just Because. "Be seeing you."

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"Yeah, you will."

Zoe nodded and rolled to start setting down cover for his escape.

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And GK... follows directions. He moves when she does, and keeps moving. He uses the gun where necessary and just ... goes, knowing Zoe's handling what she's handling, so there's nothing he can do about what's behind him.

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