"Get down!" Spencer yells, pushing my left shoulder until I'm hunched over with Frankie's nose in my face.
It happens slowly, yet all at once. Like a large wave off the coast, the crowd filling the sidewalks of Main Street surges forward. People bump into one another as they run down the street in a mad dash.
"You and Frankie get to safety. I'm going to check it out." Spencer takes a step back, the crowd parting around us, but Frankie and I don't move with them. He pulls a gun from somewhere behind him.
Where the hell is he always hiding that thing?
"You're going alone? I should come with you," I yell as the crowd gets louder with their screams.
"No, you should stay safe."
"So should you."
He gives me a clearly-not-amused look. "I have special training to handle these situations."
