“No, please, I need a doctor,” Dark Man whined.
“If you don’t get over to the pipe with your comrade right now, you won’t need a doctor. You’ll be dead,” said Mickeal, annoyed at the delay these two were causing. The Dark Man stood up and dragging his injured leg, moved towards his pal still cuffed to the heating pipe. Mickeal knew he was up to something and started to turn with his gun leveled in that direction. Suddenly, the window exploded and the Dark Man fell to the floor, his head spouting a stream of dark blood. He wasn’t whining any more. He was instantly dead.
“Down,” Mickeal shouted unnecessarily. But Bibi was already on the floor and The Blond, who was supposed to be cuffed to the pipe, was half way out the front door, running low. Mickeal fired a double tap at him. One of the
