The fine motors of critical thinking had escaped the normally level headed detective. In its stead, it was entirely muscle memory. Stumbling as he held Mamen's limp weight, he moved to lay her down out of angle of the stained window. The punch holes showed shots coming from high on left, so he moved to the left to allow the window sill to block any more shots. Assuming it was just one person and if it wasn't, well then they were fish in a barrel. His breath drew hard, tension across his body was easy to see with the way his jaw clamped shut. There was a look in someones eye as the soul drifted from them, like a door shutting and taking with it all the light that once flowed through. And he could hear it creaking now behind the flutter of Mamen's grey eyes. Taking the fabric from Mamen's loose grip, Luka held her head with one hand and jumbled up the cloth into an in-situ pillow. Placing it beneath her, he laid her head down gingerly on it - and suddenly he heard Levi's words, despite them occurring so long ago. His shaking hand moved over Mamen's forehead, fingers and knuckles coated in blood. ::This is Officer Forgrave. We have shots fired at my position. One casualty, we need a bus here...No it can't wait. No! I don't give a fuck what the Captain said. Send it now...and back up as well...Yes. Rodger.:: The terminal clicked off. "Come here..." He looked over his shoulder at Levi. There was a distension of his emotions, something dormant until now. The last step before anguish jumped from the cliff face, anger the only thing to survive. "Hold her hand..." For as long as you can. His free hand withdrew the canon from the small of his back and with a smooth movement, he flipped open the cylinder to check the rounds. There was enough there to do some damage. His expression changed as his brow furrowed, running his thumb delicately over Mamen's hairline. Her breath was ragged and labored. And Luka was preparing to do something stupid.