Darkness falls, and you cast a glance over your shoulder, seeing what you wish you didn't: an immense boot, clearly belonging to an ordinary-sized woman, and one in the employ of Halstead, the way that her hand is descending angrily towards your position, fingers splayed.
Halstead takes advantage of your distraction to run, but you're never distracted for more than a moment, and still put a bullet through his shoulder, dropping him again with shock. Of course, the descent of the woman is much faster than you would have imagined for someone of her colossal scale, and she's upon the scene before you can do any more.
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