Sam takes aim, but Channy fires first. The bullets miss Sam. One hits Cindy in the left thigh. She drops on the spot. Sam can’t help but gaze at her.
“Cindy,” he says.
“Just kill him, Sam,” she barks.
Sam refocuses on Channy.
Channy has shouldered his AK-47, and he’s already planted a bead on Sam. Sam hits the floor and hears the blaze of bullets hissing past his head. Glancing up at Channy, he sees something that takes his breath away and sends cold shivers down his spine. The terrorist isn’t only firing on Sam and Cindy. He’s firing on his own men and women, dropping them like clay pigeons along with the many innocent men, women, and children who surround them.
Channy is a true psychopath . . .
Sam fires at Channy. But from down on the floor, the angle is difficult, and he misses.
