40
Surrounded
In the dark of night, it was hard to tell who was who. But frankly, who cared? I had to kill them before they killed me. That meant rolling out on to the roof and rising fast with an open palm to the chin of the first attacker.
As he dropped unconscious, the next was in my face with a silver revolver. I manipulated his grip and reversed it on him as he fired. It took most of his face clean off. One of the worst things I’d ever seen.
Well in the top twenty, at least.
I used the man with no face as a human shield. He took a bullet meant for me, fired from the back of the right-hand pickup. I returned fire with the revolver and knocked the shooter off the back of the truck.
Another La Firma jumped on from behind me. Oh yay, this one had a machete. As I spun and fired, he d
