Rick stared down the barrel of the suppressed pistol. He didn't blink.
Rachel Williams held the gun steady. Her hand didn't shake. Her pristine white lab coat rustled as she shifted her weight.
"What are you doing here, Rachel?" Rick asked. His voice was flat.
Rachel kept the gun pointed at his chest for a few more seconds. Then, she let out a heavy sigh. She lowered the weapon, clicked the safety on, and shoved it deep into her coat pocket.
"I'm a doctor, Rick," Rachel said. "I'm a specialist. The hospital called me into the city to treat some high-profile patients on the fifth floor."
"And the gun?" Rick asked.
"The city is blowing up every other day," Rachel replied. "Car bombs, gang shootouts, assassins running around. A woman has to protect herself."
Rachel looked at the blood splattered on Rick's shirt and hands. She frowned.
