85 • End Of The Hunt

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Bullets whizzed across the room. Flashes of light ricocheted around us.

I winced at the earsplitting noises. I dropped to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. My ears were ringing. My legs felt tired. Weak.

But we had to get out of here alive.

Two of the guards kept groaning in pain on the floor. The other guys kept swearing in Italian. Panic filled their eyes as the shots went on.

Buzzcut Blondie, the youngest guard, wouldn't stop writhing on the ground. His pale arm was bleeding, leaving bright red smudges on the floor.

The others were trying to hide under the table. One of them dashed to the entrance. The coward ran out of the bunker as the deafening noise reverberated within the cramped walls.

The fugitive we'd been hunting down didn't try anything to prevent the whole thing from escalating. The bastard even joined in. During the first round of gunshots, he swiftly jumped over the bed