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Regan Harris
Pulhapanzak Fall Parking Lot
Honduras
I watched in horror as el jefe raised his gun and pointed it at Guy’s chest. I needed him. I needed him alive. Gray was still lost to us. Guy could help us find him. He had the resources available to him at his hostel and the local knowledge needed to gather a search party. Gracie was right. Guy had value to me.
Guy was known here. The locals would help him before they would help me. I reacted without thinking. I pushed myself forward and knocked el jefe to the side with my shoulder. I ran in Guy’s direction to shield him, screaming as I went. I pulled my arms up and back down, whipping them against my stomach. I used all my strength to break the zip tie. It flew off me as the adrenaline flowed through me.
“Nooo!” I screamed.
Time slowed down around me. Someone screamed behind me. Gracie’s voice echoed around me. Guy turned toward me, looking over my shoulder. His face softened as he must’ve spotted Gracie. He reached out his hand as if to touch her one last time.
El jefe turned to look at me. His gun still pointed at Guy. Anger boiled off him at the interruption to his plans.
I pushed my legs harder than they’d every been pushed before. I pumped my arms trying to gain more speed. I had to make it. My only thought was to tackle him. My plan ended there. I just knew I couldn’t watch Guy die.
I was almost to him when the shot rang out.