Bang! Bang! Bang!
T.B. fired three more shots toward the last movement he had spotted in the dense tree line, each gunshot cracking through the cold air before vanishing into the silent, watching forest. The assassin was still there, unseen but present, shifting behind the trees like a shadow, calculating every move with the patience of a hunter who already knew the outcome.
T.B. didn’t have time to think about that. Anderson was still down on the gravel, fully exposed, his body curled against the sharp, unforgiving ground, his breath coming in fast, shallow gasps that made it clear—he had never been in a situation like this before.
T.B. grabbed Anderson’s arm and dragged him toward the side of the Toyota Hilux, his boots grinding against the dirt as he pulled the younger man into cover
