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Before I can pull my gun back out, I see a shadow whip around the corner up ahead. There’s no time to do anything but lunge forward.
I hear the blast of his gun go off just as my shoulder plunges into his stomach. It must knock the wind out of him, because when we hit the ground, neither of us can seem to move.
Have I been shot?
For a moment, I truly can’t tell. Everything is silent. Everything is numb.
Then, the pain in my leg explodes, and I realize that I’m fine.
Well, I’m still a fucking cripple—but I haven’t been shot.
“Eisai skata!” the man beneath me wheezes.
Greek. Of course.
Pulling my fist back, I punch him right between the eyes, knocking the back of his head into the hard gravel below.
A twisted grunt escapes his mangled lips as his eyelids flutter.
“Where is she?” I ask, my fist raising for another punch.
Instead of answering me like a man, the Greek fuck tries to spit up at my face, but he’s already too weak, and the spittle just spills back over his disgusting face.
“Wrong answer.” I punch him again, right in his beak of a nose. It cracks against my fist. Immediately, blood starts to spill from his nostrils. “Tell me where she is!”
I must have knocked the sense out of the fucker, because he doesn’t seem to remember how to talk. Shaking him by the collar, I try to help him remember.
“Where is she?!” I repeat, the desperate fury rising in my voice.
“… Gone.”
There’s no smile on his bloody face. No satisfaction. This grunt could care less about the battle he’s caught up in. He just wanted to kill.
Unfortunately for him, he ran into me.
“Gone where?” I demand, pushing him back into the gravel. My lungs are burning and my heart is pounding against my chest, but I’m not ready to give up hope yet. “Tell me, and I’ll give you a quick death.”
Keeping one hand on his collar, I reach for my knife. But it must have fallen in the chaos, because it’s not in my pocket and I can’t feel it anywhere in the gravel.
What I do feel, however, is this fucker’s sniper rifle. So, that’s what I take.
An unexpected whimper escapes his lips as I shove the muzzle into his mouth.
“Last chance, asshole. Tell me where she is.”
He quickly mumbles something in response, but his words are muffled by the gun. Slowly, I pull it out of his mouth.
“I told you, she’s gone!”
That’s the last thing he says before his head explodes.
… But I didn’t pull the trigger.
Looking up, I see who did. On the next roof over stands a man frantically trying to reload his gun.
This fucking asshole…
Lifting up my new sniper, I make sure the bumbling fool is in my sight. Then, I shoot.
