The FBI agent's command froze me in place. I considered surrender. It was all falling apart anyway; I could give in, let someone else deal with it.
But it felt all wrong. Call it instinct; his posture, the way he held the gun. He was no friend.
Shots ringing in my ears, I leaped for the hole in the fence and stumbled into the darkness beyond.
Departure Manuscript: Nightingale Fires at Wake
