he who hesitates is toast

She clutches the grenade launcher as Sam wraps his arms around her and heads for the sky, tracking the activity below. Nat takes one last shot, this time hitting STRIKE’s tactical vehicle as it starts to pull out. It goes up in a burst of flame, blown over on its side and skidding.

It’ll buy them the time they need to get clear, she hopes. She drops the gun - ammo exhausted, it’s useless now - and holds on to Sam as he arrows off in a dizzying, swooping flight to throw off pursuit.

She couldn’t see what happened to James. He had just disappeared.

Again.