(cocks railgun) Vella first. I want her badge on my boot.
Wait. They’re not shooting.
Three seconds. Tick tock.
(40s, scarred cheek, duster coat) kneels, checking a body. Her deputy, CAL , scans the horizon.
Silence. Too long.
Jax steps out. Hands up. No weapon.
She holsters her revolver.
I’m not killing you. I’m arresting you.