Seven whipped around with speed. His gun was leveled and sighted before the rest of his body had even completed the turn, just in time for a group of armed guards to round the corner up ahead with lasers pointing at them.
"Don't move!" one of the guards shouted.
Seven's lips curved into an evil grin.
His eyes glinted dangerously, and he felt a surge of adrenaline as the scent of gunpowder and sweat flooded his senses. "Oh, I didn't realize we were invited to a bloody party," he mused in a low, gravelly tone utterly devoid of fear or hesitation.
The first rapid bursts of gunfire rang out like a thunderclap in the enclosed space.
All hell broke loose in a deafening cacophony of screams and ricocheting bullets as Seven handled their opponents while Killian made the person they came fo
