This wasn’t how Hunter had imagined meeting his end. Not that he’d spent much time on such depressing thoughts. Still, he hadn’t thought it would come at the end of his own gun in the back of a dilapidated old factory surrounded by the physical taste of the combined smells of rust, rot, and despair.
Instinct told him to run, but logic quickly highlighted that he wasn’t faster than a bullet. The bloody-toothed grin the thug gave Hunter let him know his opponent knew it, too. So, this was it?
Before the thought had time to percolate in his brain, the sound of a single gunshot cut through the air, making Hunter flinch and squeeze his eyes shut. For a long second, no other sound penetrated the ringing in his ears.
Hunter drew a deep breath, braced for mind-numbing pain to register. But i
