“Just a moment, I need to grab some things,” Tony said as he hurried out of the room.
Farlough followed. “Hey, where are you going? We need to leave before more assassins come!” he paused and watched Tony rush around the room, accidentally knocking things over in his hurry. “What do you need, anyway?”
Tony approached Farlough and handed him a gun.
Farlough looked at the weapon. “What’s this?”
“A .45 pistol," Tony replied. "It's probably better than any weapon you’ve ever used.”
“How do I use it?"
"It's quite simple, actually," Tony replied. "You just aim at your target and shoot."
“I still like my knives better, but I’ll use this sometimes. What did you call it?”
“A gun,” Tony said as he pulled out a long briefcase.
“And what is that?”
Tony looked up. “Another gun, but much bigger and more powerful. Now, let's get movi-"
He stopped and pulled Farlough to the ground just as the sound of an Automatic started and bullets broke through the window.
"Stay here!" Tony ordered. He crawled to the edge of the window. I have 4 seconds before the gun will stop shooting, he thought. Then, while he is reloading, I can jump up and shoot him.
Just as Tony predicted, the sound of the gun stopped four seconds later. He jumped over the edge of the window, aimed his gun towards the shooter, and pulled the trigger. To his horror, the gun jammed. He threw the worthless pistol to the side and sprinted towards the man with the gun. The man stuffed a full mag into his empty weapon. Tony stopped in front of the man and pushed the gun upwards as the shooter fired several shots. With his free arm, he punched Tony in the face and ripped his weapon free from Tony's grasp. He slammed the end of the gun into Tony's head and kicked him in the leg. Tony lost his balance and fell on his back. The man pointed his gun at Tony's head, and started to squeeze the trigger...
A knife flew through the air and into the side of the assassin. He looked up in surprise and was greeted by another knife to the heart. He dropped to the ground, dead.
“Now, we really have to get out of here before more guys come,” Tony said as he swung the door to his car open and got in.
Farlough retrieved his knives and followed Tony.
“Where will we go?” Farlough asked.
Tony shrugged. “I haven’t figured out that part yet. I guess we’ll just start driving until I think of a good place.”
Farlough nodded. Tony put the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to a start.
“I hate these ‘cars’,” Farlough said.
Tony smiled. “You will have to get used to them, especially since you’re stuck here forever.”
The car pulled out of the driveway and started down the road. The two were silent for some time.
Tony broke the silence. “We will go into the city,” He said. “It will be harder for those creeps to find us there.”
“What is it that these guys want from you?” Farlough asked.
Tony shook his head. “I honestly have no idea. I’m not some rich dude, and I don’t think I have something in my house that I don’t know of.”
Farlough sighed. “Whoever they were, they put up a good fight.”
“Yeah, but so did I.”
Farlough looked at Tony. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“It’s a combo of three different fighting styles that I learned years back,” Tony replied. “I was a field agent then, but . . . not anymore.”
“Why is that?”
“Because . . .” he stopped.
“Go on,” Farlough said.
“I failed a mission. A big one. I had to find somebody, and I nearly lost my whole team.”
“That’s tough.”
“Yeah, but I’m almost glad to be out of the field. It’s not easy work.”
Farlough stared out of the car’s window in silence for a few moments. Tony suddenly grunted and took a sharp turn to the left. Farlough looked at Tony.
“What?”
“We’ve had a grey suburban following us for sometime now. I think it’s the assassins.”
An grenade explosion from behind them sent the car off the road. It overturned and landed on its side.
Farlough rubbed his shoulder. “Ugh, I think you’re right...”
Tony yanked off his seatbelt. “Get your seatbelt off and get your weapons out. We’ve got some fighting to do.”
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