Several officers raise their guns. The tranquilizer dart guy takes aim too.
“No!” Maya yells. “No guns!”
Kimu blinks, eyes darting right and left, then leaps off the car with such grace and speed it’s like he owns the wind.
Two shots ring out. Silence follows.
“Was he hit?” someone asks.
Maya closes her eyes. “I sure hope not.”
“I sure hope so,” someone else says.