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Seeing Nate go for Frankie, Carson lowers his weapon. He cringes as he sees Misty thrown to the ground, reflexes causing him to step forward.

But taking two steps, he sees the battle intensify, and hesitates, waiting to go to Misty, his mind working overtime on logic. Seeing her still form, Carson’s anger begins to boil. He stares at Nate and Frankie, not caring that Nate apparently had the upper hand once more.

Taking several steps, he continues to ignore his own injury, and raises his gun. Frankie’s head lines up with his pistol sights. He squeezes the trigger. The shot rings through the hallway.