Nicky's POV
All hell breaks loose the second we all realize that God had not, in fact, struck those two goons down. The bullet holes in their chests kind of contradict that.
Though seeing as how there's no shooter around that I can identify, I'm still going with divine intervention.
More people start dropping around me, but I can't hear the shots from a gun. I don't even hear the quiet telltale pop of a silencer.
Sniper. My mind tells me. I can't hear the gunshots, which means whoever's shooting is a good distance away.
Well, a lot of good that does me right now. I'm tied to a table. Where am I going? Nowhere. That's where.
The table I'm on is suddenly flipped on its side and I let out a scream, still strapped the table only now I'm hanging painfully sideways.
"For the love of-stop
