Action White Belt

White Belt

BANG!

A bullet whooshes by me as I run through the streets, weaving through the crowd. I duck into an alleyway and sprint in an effort to lose my pursuers.

My muscles burn as I continue sprinting.

I can hear the footsteps following me as I try to shake them off. I would rather die than be caught.

I turn into another back-alley. My heart stops.

Dead end.

Fuck!

I turn around to get back into the street where I can blend in with the crowd.

Instead, I feel the cool metal of a Glock 19 pressing into my forehead.