“Who did that?... Hello?... Anyone out there?” I cried out, I half expected my hero to walk of the shadows, but nothing happened. There was no one in sight, not a car passing by. My head throbbed as I approached the motionless body of my asselant. Oh my gosh this is just like the man at the Pentagon. He lay on the cold floor faced down, his eyes popped wide open staring into nothingness. I jumped back. He was dead.
“Not again,” I ran my hands through my hair.
“Scarface? Where are you sick little bastard? I told you not to leave without me. b****y fool.” A loud growl came from deep in the darkness from which a large white male emerged.
I gasped ready to run, but it was too late. His eyes landed immediately on the man laying dead on the floor then murderously on me.
“Scarface? Scarfac
