When the bullets suddenly returned to being able to move, it was quite a horrific sight --- and sound, too.  All the sounds happened at once.  Though the shots from Santi's and the others' weapons had been audible to them as normal, it was as though the sound waves had stopped the instant they had left the time bubble... and when the time bubble dropped, the sounds echoed accross the rooftop in a crescendo.  Added to that were the sounds of a dozen bullets hitting chests or heads in the same second or so, as well as the cries, gasps, and splattering sounds of spilled brains and guts.<br/><br/>Not that Santi was able to pick out any one sound, or even had any idea what had happened--- she just knew it was a noisy affair, and that while Baldie was starting up the chopper, all that noise could attract anyone hostile in the area... the ones that weren't dead, at least.<br/><br/>Tim was fawning over Shari still... he wasn't going to be much help if any more trouble came from the mangled wounded on the roof or any newcomers.  Nervously Santi shifted the smaller gun to her left hand and pointed the stolen assault rifle vaguely at the dying men.  Shooting them while they were moving might be harder --- it made them seem more like humans and less like target dummies or something --- but if they or anyone else tried to stop the chopper from lifting off, despite her shaking hands she would manage to pull the trigger.<br/><br/>No way in<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>was she going back to...<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>.