06-23-2019, 02:23 PM
Axel Miller
Axel smirked, head shaking. Course the preacher was sprawled on the floor. He swept a hand out to help the poor schmuck to his feet. The guy was light as a feather. “What happened here preacher?” He stared, but Jensen frantically started pointing the other direction. The name-drop that followed yanked every chain of attention as could be hooked into Axel toward a new target.
Jay be damned. Amengual was here. Unprotected. And Axel had a big ass gun in his hand. It was almost too perfect. His own freedom rested in the chamber. One perfect shot and all his problems disappeared. He only needed to stay sharp and not get himself killed in the attempt.
Any and all amusement dropped like lead. He motioned for them to stay behind him so nobody was accidentally shot when the black rainstorm broke. The pops of a small caliber weapon didn’t so much as make him flinch. If anything, the knife threading its way through empty corridors was honed to even sharper danger.
This was the hour that Zacarías Amengual died.
Only darkness shows you the light.