udy decorations. Velvet curtains shredded like paper in a storm. Bottles exploded, sending shards of glass raining down. Bodies h

sed around the grip of his Glock. Screams, raw and desperate, clawed at the din. The heavy thud of a falling bo

knot in his gut told him one thing: they'd been led to the choppi

ed on his forehead. The hand gripping his pistol trembled, the metal catching the flickering light. "They... t

olumes. He risked a sliver of a peek. The main entrance churned with masked figures, each weapon spitting orange death. His

are standing. They wer

anguage he'd long forgotten. His gaze, sharp and predatory, sna

A breath of air in thi

uel twists, a welcome mat

ng to whimper and die her

metal sharp against his molars. A grunt, and the pin was out, the small metal egg suddenly alive and dangerous i

" his voice cutting

loud billowed outwards, swallowing the light. The force of the blast staggered th

oke-filled chaos. Two figures stumbled out of the grey – two sharp cracks from his

Robinson shot out a steel, clamping around the attacker's wrist. And w

ay against his cheek. Then, the man was

, a desperate, bloody surge towards the back exit. But just as Robinson's

the doorway, stood

ing figures stood like silent sentinels behind him. A thin, cruel smile stretched a

ut those eyes themselves held the same cold, calc

through the lingering echoes. He stepped into the ruined clu

e barrel rock-steady. "Your tur

irect approach." He flicked a dismissive hand. "Hold

etal a cold promise against his skin. "Understand

rhaps. Or perhaps... you just wal

tained, deafening roar. Gunfire chewed through the

The old man grunted, surprisingly strong, but Robinson's rage was a physical thing, a battering

ike, his knife cut through with speed as light

across the blood-slicked floor. Like a steel clamp, Robinson lock

uried." Robinson's voice

d red, his eyes bulging, his h

ow Robinson's rib, a burning agony tore through. He st

d

. The edges of h

eapon barked, spitting fire, and the gunman who'd shot Robi

Forcing himself to stand despite the threatening pain piercing his flesh,

ed back exit. Bursting into the rain-slicked alley, Robinson gasped, and there was a ragged as bloody b

losing

ping mea

ugh the darkness as cars

and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. They veered off; the city became a blur of neon and shadow as they journeyed, th

his hand. A brutal

ep. Robinson would make damn sure i