Seconds

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Max glanced up at the second hand on the clock. Trying to will the time to go back instead of inching forward. Time was of the essence here.

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Maggie's hand staunched the blood flow from Frank's wound. He had been hit good and now seconds counted. 

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Max had counted four of them. All positioned in various places to keep sniping at them. His brain was working in high gear and he was trying to figure out a good survival plan.

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"Any sign of Trump yet?" Maggie asked. "If he doesn't get here Frank is good as dead."

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"I see that little bastard's tail," Max said; he was using the reflection of a shattered mirror to see where everyone was. He was hoping that those snipers left the cat alone, because after all, a cat was just a cat.

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Frank's eyes opened and he coughed. Spitting up some blood. Maggie leaned forward with a damp cloth.

"You guys should have left me," Frank said. "I'm as good as dead."

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Maggie slapped Frank across the cheek, and then added, "Once you're feeling much better I am going to kick the shit out of you. You know we never leave a friend behind."