Both goons jarringly leaped forward. Their heads swiveled backward in absolute fright, while their bodies tried to leap away.
"Don't shoot, or–"
P-taf–thwack! Frrrip, thud.
The lookout pulled his pistol without thinking. His impulses and gun training were honed enough to recognize the one-eyed target and welcome Ayse with a bullet.
But the moment the goon pulled the trigger, Ayse's reactionary training kicked in also. And the goon was no match for him.
Ayse leaned over, evading the poorly aimed shot. His foot swung out to kick the gun away from the fumbling goon. And a knife flew from Ayse's fingers, piercing the kevlar vest and the heart underneath the body armor.
"– Or you'll die…" Ayse finished his statement with a regretful sigh.
Then, while that pregnant pause was coming to term, Ayse's good eye locked onto the lazier goon. The man's gun was out but it was only pointed at the ground. Both of the goon's eyes were glued to his dead partner.
