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JJ clutched at her vest as the world spun around her. Her vision began to swim before going black around the edges. She lurched forward, trying to reach for her gun, but the floor was suddenly rushing up to meet her.
She hit the concrete hard, gasping out in pain. She hadn't noticed it before. She hadn't felt anything but dizziness… maybe she had been in shock but she was feeling everything now.
Her vision was still hazy but she could see him, and he was standing over Malia. He had a knife… a bloody knife.
JJ tried to pull herself up, but it was as if she was being weighed down by an invisible force. Where was her gun? Where was the team? She had to save Malia, but she was on her own.
She couldn't move. She was helpless as she watched him. He raised the knife, but everything was happening in slow motion. A scream tore through the air as he plunged the knife into her body, and it took a moment for JJ to realize that it came from herself rather than Malia.
JJ was desperate to get herself off of the floor, maybe there was still time to save her, but her body wouldn't cooperate.
Her comms. JJ reached up, trying to get to her mic, her one connection to her team right now… but she started choking, violently coughing up a coppery substance. She tasted the blood on her tongue as he turned around. He held the knife up, taunting her… but then suddenly he was running.
JJ heard voices, but she couldn't make them out. Malia? No, that wasn't right. They were coming from above… and Malia wasn't moving anymore. Her vision was going dark again, and another coughing fit wreaked havoc on her lungs. More blood.
Once the coughing subsided, she thought she heard someone calling out her name… but as she lay on the cold concrete, her own blood pooling around her and her eyes feeling increasingly heavy, everything went black.