NEMESIS GRINS AT THE MAFIA BOSS

was thick with smoke and the sharp odour of burning rubber. Robinson's heart pounded in his ears as he ran down the empty alley, his breathing in coarse gasps. Gunfire spreads

A routine exchange. Quick cash, no

s of cash into their duffel bags. The next was bullets that tore through the air, bringing his guys down before they c

head. His body had crumpled like a discarded ragdoll. Another one of his guys,

inson wa

r. Slowly, like a chameleon, he reclined back against the cold metal, his chest ri

ered in the di

son s

. Slow. P

st the ribs like a bass drum on a subwoofer as the man stepped forward. A b

stopped. Just

barely

"They're all dead." The ma

all

a loaded spring. He had one cha

e could scream. He pressed the cold barrel of his gun to the back of his

on hissed, his voice b

lease, man... I-I was

nson tighte

a sharp bre

hot ra

shock. His head was pierced through by the bullet, blood trickling dow

n's hea

else w

n't want him to

around, g

alley wa

wail of sirens fi

had orchestrated this massacr

ed harder than ever before. The man at his feet-his only le

hem up was still

kwards. His mind screamed," Move! Move! But his legs felt like l

h

tling

spun, g

ing shadows cast by the

a soft

sniper was locking

to the ground just a mini seconds before. The bullet whizzed past his

e shadows. His ears rang from the close call, but he forced himself to sta

crate he was hiding beh

e movi

y, on the rooftop of an old warehouse, crouching, adjust

d turned

t a setup. This

t just want him dead. They wa

n't plan on

hen he spotted a rusty, bent fire escape ladder on th

led th

pped past him by inches. He leapt, hardly touching, his chest gripped around the met

ladder just beneath his foo

on the roof. They

escape, the sniper was in motion, making h

t slacken. If only he could get to the opposite side, he could jum

me to see the sniper pull out a

ting for a clea

. The roof is too open, he was a m

flowed through his vei

t of him. If he could get behind it,

off. Now the bullet only grazed his arm, a searing lash cutt

gasping for breath. His shoulder throbbed from

to en

approaching slowly, gun rais

or n

he ground and flinging it toward the opposite end of th

seized th

sniper barely turned before Rob

ed to their waist, Robinson grabbed their wrist, twisted it wi

inson yanked

ood ra

wo

and set eyes locked on his. A scar slanted down

n in the face, but by

apped arou

w that

Vult

ut entire gangs overnight. If they

ired them to

ked. "You're d

ach. Pain erupted through

ged for

away, sending it fl

oman

edge of the ro

icide, but instead she landed professionally on

und and gave h

lucky." And into the night she disappeared. Robins

sold t

the Vulture

ng was

wasn'