He came to a rest facing a woman dressed in black. She moved with a machined elegance to draw a huge silver gun from a rear holster. She fired from her hip like an old-school cowboy, the noise deafening. Her wrist flexed, absorbing the recoil; she fired again, again, her aim unerring. The jeeks either side did a weird dance as they took the bullets, and fell away to leave Red trussed and gagged in front of the woman.