"Nae an option," Sean says, shaking his head. Not when, for all he knows, Creed's out starting World War III just down the street. "God dammit."

Making potentially awful snap decisions is so much easier when he only has himself to worry about. Or people he's not in love with, terrible as that sounds.

"Stay in the truck," he finally says, gesturing roughly for her to move. It's been barely a minute since the gunfire broke out, but that's still far too much time already wasted. Pulling the gun out again, he hands it to her insistently. "An' take this. Keep the safety on. Lord knows it'll nae do much in case anyone makes it o'er here, but I'll nae let that happen an' it'll make me feel better, at any rate."