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Finan presses himself against the wall. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply as he holds his gun up. He can feel his heart beating a million miles an hour, it feels like. He might just pass out but he knows he’s done for if he does. He exhales and opens his eyes and listens. He thinks he hears a creak but it’s far away. He might be able to make a run for it. If he’s fast enough. He holds the gun to his chest and he prays silently to God that he is. He turns, rounding the corner, and the muzzle of a gun is pressed to his temple. “Fuck…” He feels the cold metal against his skin and he swallows. He drops his gun and holds up his hands. “Jus’ hold on a minute… dun shoot!”
She tilts her head, smiling around the gun at him. “Say a prayer to yer God.” She says, mocking his accent. She pulls the gun back and pulls the trigger.
Finan closes his eyes as the water hits his face. It drips down and he shakes his head. He steps back and wipes a hand over his face. “Okay, okay, okay.” he holds up his hand, trying to block the water still being shot his way. “You win, Stiorra.”
“Fuck yeah, I win!” Stiorra snaps and jumps, laughing.
Finan bends down to pick up his water gun. “Mouth, young lady.”
She sticks out her tongue and points her water gun back at him again.
“What are you two doing?”
Finan turns to see Uhtred and Sihtric standing just inside the front door. He hadn’t realized how late it was and they’d just gotten home. “Uh…” He straightens up and blinks. “Water gun fight with the little kids.”
Sihtric raises an eyebrow. “The little kids are still at school.”
Finan and Stiorra exchange a look. Then they both smile and lift their guns towards Uhtred and Sihtric.