Killian handed Vischa a pistol he’d grabbed from under the car seat. He was pretty stunned when the car was first given to him, and he saw all the gear stashed inside. It was like hitting the jackpot for Killian, who was stuck in a chaotic situation without a weapon. But hidden beneath every seat in the car was an arsenal of weapons, complete with enough ammo to make anyone grin ear to ear.
After reloading a submachine gun and pocketing a few pistols loaded to the brim, Killian told Vischa to drive.
“With that sniper still gunning for us, you want me to drive?” Vischa protested.
“If you wanna live, follow my orders. But hey, no biggie if you’d rather die here and let the stray dogs outside feast on your corpse.” Killian’s words made Vischa furious. She glared at him, snatched another pi
