Something's not right here, I stated the obvious. "Looks like a trap," Sal returned. Bernie heard it first and ran toward John. That courageous dog knocked John down just as the incoming explosion hit. Sal got her shield up and I returned fire, giving them what they gave. Then it got quiet, too quiet. I turned around. Sal had tears coming down her face, and she didn't dare to let go of her shield. Bernie and John were both down, twisted on the ground and blood showed on both Bernie's fur coat and John's jacket. Who's blood, I couldn't tell from here. Only a split-second look. Because more incoming explosives filled the air around that dome. "Jude?" "Yes, Sal?" "I've got to get these two out of here." "Go ahead. I'll be with you shortly." I felt them phase out. And then I let my anger out for real

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