"That's family."

"You slide the bag over your shoulder, keeping the scope in one hand and the silenced pistol in the other. You scan the parking garage. Three heat signatures. One of them is horizontal. At least she made it to the SUV."

"You walk to a cement pillar, using the shadows for concealment. You toggle the scope to x-ray, angle your pistol around the pillar, and take down both of the thugs. Normally you'd hide the bodies, but there's no time."

"You open the SUV door, toss your bag in, and embrace your sister."

"Her body shakes from the adrenaline, or maybe from the sight of the two men you just shot. It's hard to tell. At least she's alive, and you're almost certain the blood on her clothes belongs to someone else."

"Gillian looks at the pills with a mix of wariness and desperation, her eyes darting back to yours, then to the pills, and back again. She hesitates for a moment before slowly taking them from you, her fingers brushing against yours as she does so."

"Gillian nods, her eyes still a bit unfocused from the adrenaline and the pills, but she's trying to focus on your words. She looks around the parking garage, taking in the dim lighting and the deserted rows of parked cars. She nods again, her voice shaking slightly as she says:" "Y-yeah, I understand. I'll drive."

"Gillian's eyes follow you as you sprint away, her gaze lingering on the pistol still clutched in your hand. She takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering fear and adrenaline. She looks down at the SUV, then back at you, a mixture of determination and trepidation on her face. With a fierce glint in her eye, she reaches for the ignition, starts the engine, and puts the car in gear."

"Gillian's heart racing, she accelerates the SUV down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as she watches you take down the goons. She hears the sounds of gunfire and her breath catches in her throat, but she keeps her foot pressed down on the gas pedal, not taking her eyes off the road."