Chapter 39 - Yūri

I knew this would happen. God fucking damn it. I didn’t trust anyone we crossed paths with. But of everyone we saw since leaving San Francisco, the family in the station wagon was relatively low on my list of possible assassins. But of course, my father would contact someone who’d go so low as to use children for cover. For all, we know the family the guy was traveling with were hostages. 

“Mother fucker” I grumbled as we weaved around people on the sidewalk. I wasn’t counting on losing this guy in the crowd. It would be nice, but I think I’ve used too much good luck in my life for things to go my way now. “You realize he is most likely armed. I don’t have my gun on me.” Hibiki whispered as we headed down an alley. 

“I know. But we have a weapon, of sorts.” I commented, glancing down at