They stared each other down with dead, cold eyes of hardened mercenaries. One held a child, the other an FN Scar assault rifle—extremely accurate. Two ‘guns for hire’ caught between warring oligarchs, the men were at a tipping point.
“Release the kid, I’ll consider letting you walk,” said Scar behind his gunsight, aimed at the brain’s medulla oblongata—the nervous system’s master control. A ‘light’s out’ shot.
It wasn’t a fair fight. Scar’s ambush had been tactically perfect. Kidnapper made a fatal mistake, faltering as he considered the phony ‘honor between mercs’ offer.
Scar squeezed. The kidnapper’s world went dark.
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