I didn't know why he wanted me dead, but after the amount of bullets and other weapons we'd used against each other during the fight through the office building, I could only assume he had a good reason.
But at this moment, as we both lay on opposite ends of the board room, blood dripping from both of us, we both made our mental calculations as we looked at the remains around us.
He scrambled for a knife, so I went for the gun, thinking I could reload it before he got to me.
I forgot you could throw knives.
No comments:
Post a Comment