The five of us on the main room looked up to the top of the stairs and along the railing. The flapping sound was gone and Dean Guild was pissed. He stumbled down the walkway screaming in a different language.
“You b***h!” he said as he reached the stairs. “You three are mine, there is no escape!”
“Sir,” began the man in the black suit, “You are unfit, I shall now take-“
Dean’s eyes glared down at the man in the black suit and as he said, “Down…to…knee.”
The man in the suit pulled out his pistol and dropped down on his knees. Dean nodded his head and then tilted it to the left as if commanding the black suited man to turn or move left. Instead the suited man pointed the weapon at his own head and turned towards us.
“Don’t do it man, come on!” Sam said franticly.
“Dear God, no!” Franci
