CASSIAN
The last bullet struck his lower spine. It was a surgical strike, designed to finish what the ankle shot started. Alex's body went rigid for a heartbeat, then collapsed into a heap of dead weight.
He didn't scream this time; he just slumped, the light in his eyes flickering with the realization that he couldn't feel his legs anymore. He couldn't move. He couldn't even twitch.
I reached the edge of the couch and stood over him. He looked up at me, his breathing shallow and wet. "Please… please don't... "
I said nothing. I didn't need to. I just stared down at him with a cold, murderous detachment that was deeper than any rage.
I wanted him to see the face of the man who would end him. I wanted it to be the last thing he saw before the darkness of his own choices swallowed him whole.
The doors behind me burst open again. My security team flooded the room, their weapons sweeping the space before settling on the carnage.
