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The creature's claws scuffed against the atrium floor. Jess held her breath as it snorted, its tongue flicking out to taste the air.

Becker gripped his gun tighter, the staccato of his heart drowning out Jess' whimpers – he didn't think she even realised she was making them.

He knew what he had to do but he couldn't quite make himself move. Not yet. Not when only a bullet would do and every angle his team found made hitting Jess inevitable.

There had to be a way to save her, but he just couldn't see it.

Then a shot rang out.