Chapter 49: Sophia’s Worry
The kitchen was a battlefield. The assassin’s world shrank to the small area of space that provided him with safety, and he crouched behind the counter. He watched in horror as the boy moved closer. The sight was unthinkable.
Adam advanced, protected by his fallen comrade’s body weight. It was a grotesque strategy, a move that defied all logic because it was so cold and brutally pragmatic. The assassin’s professionalism was completely destroyed. All he was was a man up against a monster.
He took the only action that came to mind. He fired. He repeatedly squeezed the trigger, launching a barrage of bullets into the body Adam was using as cover. The bullets thudded pointlessly into the deceased man’s flesh and body armor.
Fueled by pure adrenaline, he continued to fire a desperate and frantic barrage. He drained his magazine. His pistol’s slide locked back onto an empty chamber. The storm of gunfire was followed by a sudden and deafening silence. It was the sound of his own death.
Adam heard it. The click. the end of the fire. He had been waiting for this opportunity. He responded immediately. He pushed the body forward with a roar of effort.
With all his system-enhanced strength, he pushed it.
The deceased killer slammed into the counter after sliding across the slippery linoleum floor. With bone-jarring force, it crashed into the last man still alive.
It had a devastating effect. The killer was not far away. He lost his balance due to his partner’s dead weight. His empty pistol slipped out of his hand and skittered beneath the kitchen table. He staggered back, thrashing his arms in an attempt to get his balance. He fell to the ground with a crash. There was a sickening crack as his head struck the cabinets.
He glanced up at his swimming vision. Adam was the first thing he saw. Over him, the boy stood with a mask of emotionlessness on his face.
His silenced pistol’s barrel was aimed straight at the assassin’s face. No time to talk. No time to plead. No time for closing remarks. The muzzle’s dark, unblinking circle was all that was visible.