Milano had to admit that he had not expected it to go this way. Don't move, he'd said, very clearly and very much according to protocol. Orders he thought were very easily interpreted.

Don't move, he'd said, but then she did, so he had made sure she couldn't, now. Very simple course of action. 

He tucked his hand gun back into its proper pouch on his belt. A rifle had felt a tad too overkill for the occasion, although admittedly it had been quite efficient at teaching his opponent the proper respect. Besides, this girl didn't deserve to get ripped to shreds by automatic fire anyway. She hadn't really appeared to be up to anything malicious since Milano had encountered her poor excuse of a hide the previous night, but seeing anyone at all in these parts of the forest was suspicious enough to warrant a shot or two, especially after the subject in question directly disobeyed very straight instructions. 

He strapped his rifle back over his shoulder and approached the collapsed body. Milano wasn't entirely sure what to hope for. He couldn't determine exactly which possibility would make things more complicated – her being dead, which would be quite unfortunate if she ended up just being some girl from the neighboring towns, or her surviving their little dispute. Milano did have a rather strict sense of justice, but he rarely struggled with the ugly side of his already difficult job. 

Still, if he went up to this girl and she were still breathing – he didn't think he could end it now. He was almost afraid of that happening, even. Plus, the others will be less than thrilled to have me bring her back. When he reached the girl's limp body, he squatted down to take a closer look. The bullet had just barely missed her spine, entering her right shoulder buffered by the thick fabric of her coat, which at this point was thoroughly bled through. The bullet must've hit bone; Milano could still see the piece of metal stuck at the center of the wound. 

She was not dead. Of course not, that would've made things less messy. Milano hadn't missed the tortured twitching of her muscles or her labored breathing. A familiar twinge of empathy manifested in his chest. Not fun, eh? I know. He shrugged it off easily. Just now he noticed the shocked stare locked on him. Unlike before, the girl's dark brown eyes were filled with deep pain. Their eyes met, but he couldn't bear it for longer than a few heart beats. Milano had no idea how much was still happening in her head, but the way she seemed to observe him at least indicated that she was not yet unconscious. He pulled his radio from one of his pouches. 

"Tower Zero, this is Drone 1 - I want you and the car down Maingate Way. Over" 

"Drone One, this is Tower Zero. Copy that. Over."

"Awaiting arrival. Out."

Erin was going to have an interesting work day after all, it looked like.