The sound of devastation filled the kitchen. A violent heartbeat could be heard in the muffled thumps of silenced pistols. The thin barricade was ripped apart by bullets. The wood broke.
The plastic broke. A round tore through a cheap pot that clanged. It sounded like a job well done to the three assassins. They thought they had a cornered target to execute.
They thought they had total control. Their biggest error was this belief. It was an arrogant miscalculation that proved fatal.
Adam was hidden in the confined area behind the glassware shelf. He had previously employed a similar strategy. He had previously ambushed them using a shelf in the upstairs hallway.
Adam picked things up quickly, and repetition was a teacher. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his back against the wall. He was a coil of potential energy that was tightly wound and waiting to unwind at the right time.
