A hail of bullets rang out just as John stepped into the clearing. Running back into the warehouse, he shoved his body weight against V to keep him from toppling to the floor. The flames surrounded them, and were only rising by the second. Breathing became an obstacle all on it’s own. Dragging his friend to a far off corner, John took his phone and dialed Phury. One ring, two rings. Three. Four. No answer. He disconnected and tried Tohr.
“What?” John scrambled to get the phone next to V’s ear and hoped he had a voice left. Lightly slapping his friend’s face, John kept V from slipping into unconsciousness. Tohr spoke up again. “What do you want, V, we’re kind of busy here.” V shut his eyes hard and took a deep breath, then swallowed. “Help.” Click
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Bryne showed up at the front door wearing khaki slacks, a worn green sport jacket and a faded burgundy club tie. He was a handsome fellow. Freckled and trim, his hand-combed rusty red hair featured a brash cowlick in the front which lent an unmistakable childish sense to his innocent looks. And as with a certain breed of innocent men, this guy couldn’t help but be polite. He arrived in the room, hands at his side, like he was looking for someone.  
But Z was quick. The instant Bryne registered on his screen he wheeled around and faced him, sending out a piston jab, catching him on the side of his nose. The jolt went right to Bryne’s toes. In an instant he could taste blood. Then he hit him again, this one missing his face and landing on his windpipe. It literally took his breath away. He rubbed his sleeve along his face and got a nice blood streak for the efforts. His nose was pulsing. “Is beating up injured men one of your hobbies?” Bryne had heard someone ask. It was Sarah. Her eyes were glowing white. She had appeared from no where and sprinted over to his side of the room within seconds. She was standing directly in front of him for only a split second, probably noticing her height compared to the grade-A prick and shoved him as hard as she could against the wall. Luckily there was nothing on or against the wall, at the time. When he tried to straighten back up, she shoved him again, harder. To be honest, Bryne was beginning to enjoy this and Sarah knew Z wouldn’t harm a female.
“Hey, what I do is my own business!” Z had yelled at the girl. She was almost a head shorter than he was, but then again she was on the short side. Sarah then walked across the little room, and picked up a bleach white hand towel. Just as white as the room; it didn’t surprise them. She tossed the towel over to Bryne, it landed on his shoulder. The corner of it went swiftly red as he dabbed it at his nose. “You sucker punched me,” was all he managed to say.  Z laughed. “I guess that makes you a sucker then.” He put his fingers to his cheeks to see if the girl had drawn any blood. “Crazy bitch. Forget Wrath. You die now.”