Always here to help

Winston lift his head to look up in the sky. The sun was going down and it spread a red color on the havens.
In an hour or two it would be dark.
He signed at the feeling of the returning fall.
He then snapped back to reality. Quickly he raised his tray to stop a bullet from hitting him in the chest. He didn't have time to bring it down when he had to back for the power of more bullets hitting the tray.
He tripped and fell down to the ground.

He shook his head and attempted to get up. It was getting harder and the bullet proof west was heavy.

He heard the familiar warm giggle from the British woman and looked up at her face.
She had a big smile on her lips and reached out her hand.

-Need a hand Winston?

Winston smiled and nodded.

He grabbed her hand and she pulled him up.

Always here to help.