The concrete groaned slightly as Trevor bounded over a stack of bricks, bullets whized past his ear, embedding themselves everywhere but himself. The girl in front of him panted, she was tired, exhausted. She pulled the trigger, just as Trevor swung his arm, deflecting the bullets back at the girl. She saw this coming and attempted a roll to avoid being hit. She fail she cried out as a bullet seared across her shoulder, tearing the skin and clothing. She fell.<br/><br/>Trevor walked forward, she was not going anywhere, they were on a rooftop and she was injured, and ready to die. He kicked aside her rifle, and crouched beside her, her shorts were too revealing. He sighed. He pressed a finger onto her wound, and she gasped in pain. "Now, what would happen if I reverse your bloodflow? Give me the right answer and you will die quickly, if not..." He began to laugh.