My guy’s head sprayed red against the column.
Massimo wasn’t quite as good a shot. He only gothisguy in the shoulder.
TheCamorrathug screamed in pain and flailed backwards into a display, sending pocketbooks and jackets flying.
“GO, GO, GO!” I yelled at my guys as I tore off down the street.
The cop looked out from behind the column –
“DON’T SHOOT, DON’T SHOOT!” I screamed at him.
The cop watched in amazement as we ran towards the New Market.
I paused at the deadCamorragunman slumped against the column, then headed into the maze of kiosks and leather goods.
I switched my rifle to three-burst mode.
Probably wouldn’t get to aim as precisely next time.
Bags, belts, and jackets hung everywhere like a tan rain forest. The smell of leather hung thick in the air.
TheCamorraasshole was staggering through the displays, knocking over everything in his path, and firing blindly back into the kiosks.
BRATTA-TATTA-TATTA-TAT!
The bullets were mostly getting stopped by all the shit between us – but just to be careful, I stayed in a low squat as I moved –
Until I heard a loudCLICK.
He was out.
I raced out into the street –
And saw him crouched behind a column, reloading clumsily. His bloody left arm was basically useless.
I aimed –
BANG-BANG-BANG!
And his chest sprayed red as he flailed backwards onto the pavement.
But there were more gunshots in the distance.
As I ran past the thug, I put a single round in his head to make sure he wouldn’t get up again –
BANG!
And ran downVia Por Santa Mariaas fast as I could.
114
Rachel
Inside The Mansion
Iwas in the kitchen getting a snack when I heard the first explosion.
Feltit, really, as the entire mansion shuddered along with the deafening thunderclap.
