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This was the kind of clusterfuck he never had to worry about at war. Collateral damage was best avoided but sometimes inevitable. No one could think about it in the moment other than calculated risks. That this scenario should have been impossible didn't make dealing with it any easier.

"That's Frank, it wasn't him. It wasn't either of us."

Billy moved to fill Greta's line of vision, attempting to distract her for a moment while Frank handled the little girl; maybe they were of a mood to kill each other, but Billy trusted Frank with kids.

"Hey, focus here for a second, let me look." He was surprisingly gentle as he held Greta's arm, tried to see how bad the injury was. She likely needed a hospital, but from what he could tell, it was barely even a disabling wound. She'd recover fully. "You have some bad fucking luck, lady," he muttered under his breath. "That shot hitting you was impossible."