The sharp, mechanical click in the shadows didn't just register in my ears; it hit my spine like an electric shock.
In our world, you don't think, you don't question, and you damn sure don't wait to see who is holding the weapon. Muscle memory took over before the terror in my chest could even finish freezing my blood. My arm dropped, my fingers wrapped around the cold metal of my fallen gun, and I swung the barrel around in a single, blinding arc. The weight of the weapon settled into my palm, my vision locking onto the silhouette towering in the dim corner of the corridor.
My finger squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
The muzzle flash cut through the smoke-filled darkness, a brilliant, blinding burst of yellow and white. The deafening roar of the heavy-caliber round echoed off the narrow walls, a sound designed to end a life in a fraction of a second.
"Boss! It's me!"
