The gray man was furious. He was shouting at his men. He drew his pistol and shot and killed the man who had fired the dart towards Robert. The man fell dead onto the ground. "Go home," said the gray man. "Take your boss and go home. My apologies for my men's stupidity. We have what we need."
"You heard him," Robert said. "We go home." Brian put his two strong muscular arms under Robert as Khaat moved into place between her father and the gray man's gunmen, her gun drawn and leveled right at the heart of the gray man, who seemed to understand he was merely being used as insurance.
"Hey," he shouted back at Robert as Robert reached the suv. Robert paused and turned around. "You've got a good group--whoever you are."
"I know I do," Robert said, his hand over the hole in his shoulder, blood pouring over his fingers.
"Enough," Brian said very softly to Robert. "In the car. Enough. Its done. We won't lose you." He helped Robert into the car.
"Go!" Brian shouted to Cassidy and Khaat, once Robert was safe. Khaat stood firm, nodding to Cassidy. Once Cassidy was in the car, Khaat simply stepped backwards to the car, her stilettos clicking as the only sound against the asphalt. She never lowered her weapon and never took her eyes off the gray man, knowing that his men all had guns on her. She heard Brian get into the driver's seat. When she was sure everyone else was in the car, she got in and shut the door. Brian shut his door and hit the gas in the car. Khaat turned around backwards in her seat, leaned over the back of her seat and began to tend to her father, who was leaned back against his own seat. She felt his forehead, and felt the start of traumatic shock. She knew he was fading, not entirely conscious now, given into it. She opened his jacket and tore his shirt. The wound was deep. She knew she was going to be doing surgery tonight. Difficult surgery. And she was the only one who could do it. She began casting spells to stabilize him as best she could as the car sped back towards the house.
"Daddy, you hang in with me," she told him with iron firmness. "Don't you dare leave me!" He laid his bloodied hand over hers, attempting to clutch her hand. She let it stay there and just kept working. "Brian, this isn't good," she called to him.
"Khaat," Brian said. "I'm going to pull over. You apparate back with him. Go. Do what you need to do. We'll follow."
"Thank you," she said very softly, feeling urgency as her father began to sink deeper into shock and began to fade. Brian pulled over. Khaat clutched tight to her father's suitcoat and portkeyed him back to the main house. they appparated into the kitchen, her aim slightly off due to her own panic.
"Jess! Angus!" she shouted. "Hurry! Daddy's been hurt. I need his bag--right now!" Angus leaped off the sofa at the sounds of apparating followed by Khaat's voice in such alarm and distress. He apparated straight into the kitchen. His face paled. He waved his arm at the dning room table, in a large sweeping motion to clear it. He didn't care where anything went so long as it was off the table.
"Let me help, Khaat," he said to her calmly. "I'm right here. Let me help." He simply took his wand and levitated Robert, who was all but unconscious in Khaat's arms, and moved him to the dining room table. Khaat flew grabbing a kitchen knife out of the knife block on the counter. "What happened?"
"They shot him," she said, trying to be all business now. She took the kitchen knife and began cutting the jacket and the shirt off her father.
Brian, meanwhile, put the car back into motion, determined on getting home quickly. He was silent, and he didn't want to lose Robert. He could not help but blame Kieran for all of this, and now Robert too. He hoped that Khaat could take care of Robert in time.