"You don't have it in you," said the man near Barry as he stared Lydia down. He still had his own gun in his hand, though it was pointed at the ground.

Barry struggled to get to his feet. As the other man writhed on the ground, still groaning and cursing. "We don't care about the wire," Barry said, trying to keep his voice even. "You can have it."

The man looked at both of them and then at the man on the ground. "Alright, little girl," he said with a nod. "You two help me with this tire and I'll leave alone."