In a matter of heartbeats, hell broke loose; stuffs was everywhere, kicked up by bullets, staved up by the tumbling screaming women and the falling men running for their lives. Luke turned one of the table using it as a barricade, before he could bend into his safe haven a bullet wind passed him, moving so speedily it disappeared into the dark corner of the bar room. He retaliated with some shots, but at this point he knew he was surrounded, more armed men from team Russia had trooped in with bigger guns and more fire power. They opened fire, with long bullets from their machine guns piercing through his barricade. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," he cried out, at this point he was just so lucky he hadn't been hit by a bullet yet. He looked through the bar window and saw his target running towards a vehicle, if she succeeds she will fade into the night. He has become a very lousy assassin.All Rights Reserved
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