It was Sandy. She pulled him back to a pile of bricks that allowed a clear but safe view. Sandy whispered, "Look! across the hall, in the hole in the wall, by the fallen stairwell! It's the treasure!"
Baxter saw a pile of unmarked black boxes. If any had been opened by the explosion, their contents remained hidden. "That's ridiculous," he hissed. "There's no reason to assume that's--"
"You cover me from here while I work my way over there, then I'll do the same for you" Sandy said, not even hearing his protest.
Her eyes gleamed, and her voice was high and quivering with excitement. To Baxter she was more beautiful than she'd ever been before.
And in an instant he knew: That there was no treasure across the bullet-ridden hallway; that there was no way Sandy or anyone could make it across that hall; that there was no way he or anyone, could provide effective cover, for anything, from this position; that he should never have married Sandy, or should have at least divorced her long ago; and finally, he knew that he loved her insanely and was going to cover her while she worked her way across the hall to the treasure.
Baxter nodded dumbly, and, in an instant Sandy was on her way like a sprightly elf in a Christmas story, moving lightly from support beam to garbage pile and back again. He provided what cover he could, shooting at what sources of fire he could find. In only a matter of seconds, Sandy was struck in the legs by a gun that was out of his range. She managed to crawl behind some materials as Baxter rushed out from behind his shield to get a clear shot at her assailant. She saw him coming and provided what cover she could. It seemed for a moment to keep them back, but suddenly, just before Baxter could reach her safely, he was hit, and he knew that this was the end.
Somehow Sandy managed to drag him into her hiding spot, gun-fire exploding all around them. Baxter peered at Sandy and saw she too was close to the end. Then something new appeared on her face, something Baxter had never seen there before. She looked at him tenderly, touched his pain-wracked face, and said, "We had fun, didn't we, kid?" And then she slumped back away from him and couldn't hear him as he muttered his last words -- "Yeah, we had fun."