“You know what?” Glenn asked. “Why don’t I shoot both of you? That’s bound to be fun”.
“Don’t you care why there are two of us?” asked Em mocking him. “Maybe there are more”.
The man frowned at her. He looked like a hawk at the moment.
“We’ll just have to find out then, won’t we?” he said pointing a g*n at Emma and pulled the trigger.
Time seemed to stop. Em, a trained assassin, for whom killing is as natural as breathing and who knows how to handle the g*n, cannot waste such a moment. She makes a move towards the arm holding the g*n, turns and with her leg she pushes it aside. The g*n shoots and all the man in its way duck to avoid the bullet. But Em doesn’t notice anything anymore. She’s close to Glenn now. So she grabs his arm and pushes on a pressure point between his thumb and
