Barry
It was about 20 minutes before my anxiety began to kick in, the sounds of chaos from outside growing louder as people ran and screamed, searching for someone. I stepped out into the hallway, smiling as I pulled both of my guns from their holsters.
"Looking for me?" I said in Chinese.
I was surrounded. Eight men flanked me on both sides. "Tell you what," I said, "take me to Big Brother"—I knew that was what they called the second-in-command— ”and I might just let you live. Of course, if you don't, I’ll still find him after putting a bullet in every one of you."
None of them had guns, obviously. Being this close to their base, the best they carried were knives and swords, which would do very little against me. I thought briefly of stories from World War II, when Japanese soldiers c
