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I can't see the guy's finger on the trigger. But I can tell in a man's eyes when he's gonna shoot.
When I think his finger's about to squeeze, I move my chin to the right.
I drop it fast to the side of the barrel.
Bite down hard on the guy’s tendons.
Thomas cries out. His trigger finger squeezes. The gun goes off. The bullet blows a hole in Mickey's face.
Blood sprays into the air, his body collapsing.
"Holy f**k!" I hear Roach yell through a ringing in my left ear.
I spit a mouthful of Thomas's blood in his eyes. It blinds him. He pulls the gun away. I head-butt him flush.
He hits the concrete floor. I rise up to my feet, driving off my planted foot.
Weiland tries to pull me back and Roach yanks at the tubing tied around my right wrist.
As Thomas wipes the blood from his eye
