The weapon Denise had pulled out was a black Glock 17.
It had a sleek body that stretched 4.5 inches, its frame made of polymer and weight built for flexibility and easy carry.
Denise had moved at her best speed, but I had clearly seen each of the woman's actions, able to stop her even as her arm went over my shoulder.
Bang!! Bang!!
I remained still as the woman pulled the trigger on the semi-automatic pistol, then pushed to my full height while taking a step back.
Looking away from Denise's annoyed expression, I turned around to Martha, unbothered for the woman who had just received two bullets.
As I expected, Martha was alright, but she had not escaped harm the way I thought.
Rather than step out of the way of Denise's fire or even dodge the bullets, something I wouldn't put past her despite her restrained state, Martha had simply stood her ground and stopped the bullets in her path.
No, her body didn't tank the round objects of steel.
