It was weird for GK to instigate the fight, but Zoe shrugged and dived in with both feet. He'd talk when he wanted her to listen.
In the meantime, the bad guys weren't being really bad, so shooting them wasn't the immediate option. She held palm-sized rocks in her fists while she swung and kicked, waiting for that moment when one got too close and she could flick a wrist and have the satisfaction of two round eyes staring down a cocked barrel.
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