Khalida follows him and smiles as she gets in the limo. 

Layla looks up at him, her cheeks pink. “I was too close, wasn’t I?”

Brit loosens his grip on his victim, allowing the smaller boy to get away. Brit whirls towards Jason with a snarl. “The hell?! First you shoot me, then you made me let my target go!” 

When Sorcha’s knuckles are nice and bloody, she looks around for Jason.