[h3]Whisper Bea[/h3]

Whisper dug the blade into Bee's shoulder, fishing around for a moment before getting the bullet and pulling it out. There might be fragments left over, but the bullet was mostly intact. The dagger hadn't gone deep so she was able to withdraw both it and the bullet with surprising ease; she'd done this before, clearly. She bandaged the wound quickly, scanning the area. Maybe all that FBI/CIA training in her past life wasn't so useless after all. She pulled Bee to her feet, half dragging her backstage, where they'd be safer.