Vayen, the MC, is working his first assassination contract with his boss/mentor, Delyn.
This was a small time contract, meaning I could go for a headshot. It should have been easy. But it wasn’t. My finger tightened on the trigger.
The enforcer spun around. Another man sprang from one of the aisles with a pistol in his hand. I fired at the target. He crumpled to the floor with a hole in his forehead. A bullet thwacked into my coat. The spent round fell to the floor but the impact spread across my chest, driving the air from my lungs. I fired, but it only earned me a sneer from the new threat. He leveled his gun at Delyn.
Years of training overrode the pain in my chest. I leapt in front of Delyn. Her arm swung around me to let loose a spray of gunfire into his coat. A bullet tore into my neck. I fell back against Delyn and dropped to the floor.
Another shot rang out, whether it was his or hers I couldn’t tell. I focused on the place where he had stood, but it was empty.
My first contract, and I’d failed. I’d killed a man, so I guessed it was fair in some universal sort of way that someone else had taken me out in the same manner. Not that my rationalization made the distant feeling creeping over me any easier to bear.
Delyn’s face appeared over mine. Her lips mouthed, “Hang on.”
The sensation of a Jump surrounded me. Bright lights. Then nothing.