“Surrender now, Right Hand! We’ll make it short and sweet if you do that!”
“Holy crap, Ogre, you really going to do this now? Yap yap yap instead of just shooting at me? Are we in a fucking B action movie or what?”
“We mean it, A-Bomb, stop joking around! Better that you just give up the fight and spare yourself the torture once we gun you down!”
“Bro! That’s a classic bad guy move, okay? Once you start monologuing, it’s over! You’re gonna lose for sure!”
“Damn it, A! It’s fight or flight! What do you really want to do? But whatever you choose, be prepared for the consequences!”
“Whatever I choose, I’m never going back! NEVER, you hear me Hiro!”
“So be it…”
The muscular man in the leather jacket, black jeans, and ankle-high leather boots kept his Ruger American pistols near his chest as a continuous barrage of gunfire razed the wall where he was hiding. He knew that the cemented outdoor partition of the mall parking space where his former colleagues and underlings had forced him to hide was quite adequate to keep him safe for a while.
A while meant fifteen minutes of continuous fire from semi-automatic handguns and artillery rounds from heavy assault rifles. He’s lucky they didn’t bring a bazooka.
“Or did they?” he mumbled to himself. “If I knew my boss, he’d probably insist on The Left Hand to bring one.”
A split-second silence gave him the boost to sprint from his hiding place, shooting as he ran to another wall to hide behind again. He counted at least three people that he was sure he hit fatally and around five that he had managed to injure with his continuous gunshots.
“Hooray for enhanced hearing! The sound of my bullets hitting body parts and those cries of pain and surprise are enough for me to know where I got them and who I just hit. Sorry, guys, but it’s my life on the line here and I always put myself first in these situations. Now, where the heck is that car…” he whispered to himself as the poor wall he was hiding started to look like a sponge due to the new hail of bullets hitting it non-stop.
From his vantage point, he was finally able to spot the black and elegant Mercedes Benz, which was the car his boss had gifted him two months before. Of course, at that time he was still the beloved Right-Hand man of their district’s governor.
He’s the only one the governor could trust to kill targets and make it look like an accident, while still managing to lead his boss’ private army with The Left Hand.
Now that he’s planning to “resign” he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Tonight’s little “incident” as he was going home after a short visit to the grocery store showed him how his boss would rather have him “retired” than quit his position.
The only solution to this “problem” was for him to fight his way out. Hence, this evening's fight…
He overheard The Left Hand giving orders to the other fighters with him: “Our inside guy just gave the warning. The cops will be here in five minutes. We need to end this now!”
“Yep, we definitely should,” said The Right Hand to himself. “Do it, Hero! Just fucking do it!”
As if on cue, a hand grenade suddenly flew in from the other side of the wall. Swiftly, he spun with one leg extended while aiming a roundhouse kick at the flying object. It bounced off his boot perfectly and shot back into the darkness, where he hoped most of his attackers were.
Bingo, the loud explosion proved his hopes to be true!
The feared expert assassin took this chance to run towards his car at almost superhuman speed. He quickly got in the driver’s seat, tossed his guns on the passenger’s side, and slammed the door. Just in time too, hiding behind the car’s bulletproof body as relentless and powerful rifle shots peppered the different parts of his vehicle.
“It’s now or never!” The Right Hand yelled as he pulled down his car brakes, pressed on the clutch button, and placed his thumb on the fingerprint panel to start his car.
It took only three seconds to complete that.
While it took less than two seconds for the car to start.