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You hadn’t even noticed it - one of the Don Octavio’s big guards had sneaked up to you and was about to fire his gun. Sly knew he wasn’t strong enough because he couldn’t take the guy by surprise - but he still lunged forward.
“Watch out!” he yelled and you turned around to see Sly flying over as the guard had fired his gun at Sly instead of you.
“Sly!” you screamed as Bentley shot the laughing guard with his sleeping darts.
“Sly, are you okay? Sly?” Bentley rolled beside you as you both looked at the unconscious man lying in front of you.
“We need to get him to the safe house…” you swallowed and Bentley nodded, looking around and it was like Murray had known what had happened, because he came running from the streets.
“What happened to Sly?” he scratched the back of his head as his eyes were wide, looking at his friend.
You raised your eyes to Murray and bit your lip. “He was shot at, he tried to protect me - please Murray, help us. You don’t need to fight… just please help to carry Sly back to the safe house.”
Murray nodded and picked Sly up. Bentley noticed some tears in your eyes and you wiped them away. “This isn’t your fault. And Sly’s gonna be okay. My scanner didn’t come up with anything too bad.”
You took in a deep breath. “I hope so.”