No One Can Mess With Helios

“FIRE!”

When Helios received the signal, he fired the 45 Caliber pistol he was holding until it ran out of ammo, and the target paper was hit only once—in the center.

Grant walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. “You haven’t changed. You remain the best.”

Helios let go of the gun and set it on the table. “Where’s Gunner?” he inquired, looking at Grant.

“He’s on his way. He just came by and got what you asked for,” Grant explained.

Helios nodded and began to leave the shooting range. He handed over a card to an employee who passed by.

“Call Gun and inform him that we will meet in the hideout. How about Bill? Will he be there?” He inquired of Grant, who was following him.

“I’m not sure. He is not returning my calls. Why don’t you call him instead?”

Helios walked again, reaching for the card returned by the employee, and Grant kept up with him.

“He’s not returning my calls either,” Helios said.

“I’m concerned and perplexed by Bill’s recent actions. Amanda was also in the countr