Page 64 of Breathe
“That’s not why we were there,” Azrael said and then squinted. “How oldareyou?”
“Sixteen, but that won’t keep me from getting the job done,” Freedom said, hefting the gun and waggling it a bit as he aimed it back and forth between them.
“It should,” Azrael said.
“You look the same age as me.” Freedom gave a derisive sneer.
“I’m nineteen, he’s eighteen,” Azrael murmured, pointing to Rebel. “We’re assassins.”
Rebel leaped across the distance at Freedom just as Azrael’s words ended.
“No!” Azrael shouted, but it was too late.
Rebel pounced on the skinny blond, and they both went crashing to the ground.
The gun fired.
Gunfire echoed through the area and the bullet punched into the wet ground.
Rebel and Freedom struggled, with Rebel’s hands around Freedom’s, trying to wrestle the weapon away from the blond.
Again, the gun fired, the next bullet lodged into a nearby tree.
“Shit! Rebel, stop.” Azrael leaped at the pair and grabbed Rebel around the waist to haul him off of Freedom.
Freedom lost his grip on the gun, and Rebel knocked it away just as he was pulled away.
Thankfully, the gun spun out and lay buried somewhere in the leaves.
“You asshole!” Freedom spat from where he sat on the ground. “That’s my favorite gun!”
Leaping to his feet, Freedom threw a punch that caught Rebel on the jaw. Azrael couldn’t keep his footing when Rebel slammed back into him, and they both fell to the wet ground. Azrael lost his grip on his pocket pistol, but held onto his blade.
Something crashed through the trees before Azrael could even get to his feet.
Shit just kept getting worse when a giant stormed into the clearing.
And the giant had a gun in his hand.
Pale blue eyes took in the scene, the man’s gaze ran over him and Rebel tangled on the ground, and then Freedom standing nearby.
Boston darted over to them just as Azrael and Rebel both got to their feet.
The gun waggled at them, and Azrael dropped the knife he still held.
Some emotion flashed in the big man’s eyes, and it was so brief that Azrael would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking right at the guy. If he had to put a name to the emotion, he’d call it rage, so he should not have been surprised at the man’s next move.
The gun stopped moving and leveled right at them.
Oh shit!
“No, wait!” Azrael shouted, but the giant pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sound blasted in his ears.
The odd thing was that the bullet missed them and punched into the ground nearby.
