“Get out of the car,” Patrick ordered. He expanded his shields through the damaged frame of the vehicle, allowing Danai and the driver to exit on shaky legs. The driver tried to run for it and ended up slamming against Patrick’s shields with a groan. Patrick grabbed him by the arm and turned him around. “You run now, you’re just going to die.” “I don’t get paid for shit like this!” the man cried out. “And the government stopped paying me to do this shit, but we’ll ignore that.”
