He knew he shouldn’t waste all his bullets on automatic –
So he was firing in bursts of three.
BRAT-TAT-TAT!
There were pauses between the gunfire, too.
I heard his feet grit on broken glass.
Scritch scritch –
Followed by more bullets.
BRAT-TAT-TAT!
By the sound of it, he was headed towards the front of the car.
This was going to be ugly.
A pistol versus an AK-47.
I figured the odds were three to one against that I was going to make it out alive –
But I’d be goddamned if I didn’t take the asshole with me.
I pulled Dario behind me and stepped over him while staying in a crouch.
Then I knelt and aimed towards the front of the car.
BRAT-TAT-TAT!
The metal hood of the Mercedespingedwith bullets.
I thought of Rachel.
I love you, baby.
I’m sorry this is how it ends.
I heard thescritch-scritchof his boots on glass –
And suddenly, there was ascreeeeeechfrom behind the shooter.
Tires on asphalt –
The metallickrang-krang-krangof a car clipping other vehicles –
And suddenly the shooter was firing fully automatic in the opposite direction.
BRATTATTATATTATAT!
He was distracted by whatever I was hearing.
I had one shot.
I stood up, ready to fire –
And watched in astonishment as a black Mercedes barreled into the intersection –
