I blinked at the tattoo on the man's exposed hand and saw the same tattoo that I have on my body. The same sattoo that I remember when I was eight years old. It was the tattoo of the man that I saw more than twenty years ago.
I heard Uriel groan in agony under me, and I quickly stood up and pulled her near the opened car door. I used my body as a shield to make sure that the bullets that were still being shot from somewhere didn't hit Uriel.
"M-michael, stop covering me and shoot the man."
Uriel looked up at me while she was sandwiched between me and the car door. The Bullets were still raining as masked men riding motorcycles fired their guns in our direction.
"Keep quiet, Uriel, and stay down! Just listen to me, and we can get out of this alive!"
I saw Uriel's eyes turn glossy, and
