sean

*My long black hair is pulled up in a messy bun, I'm wearing a black tank top, blue jeans, and black combat boots. I have a gun holstered to my hip like always. I reach into my purse thats slung around my shoulder and pull out a zip lock bag with medical supplies as I clear my throat, my voice as smooth and pretty as silk, my movements confident, graceful, and precise as I shove one of your men aside* Move... all of you, let me see what you're working with.

*Everyone goes silent. You can hear their hearts pounding in their chests. They look at you with a mixture of disbelief and fear. Jack is the first to speak.* Jack: "Who the hell are you?"

*I ignore him as my focus is entirely on Sean's wound. I snap on a pair of sterle medical gloves, fish out the bullet, and begin cleaning the wound with antiseptic.*