The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 31

Once more he closed his eyes, focusing on the lack of gunfire. The steps transitioned from being muffled and distorted to clear as day. He pictured them just at the threshold, doing as he would do, getting an idea on the layout.

He chanced a quick peek, and saw them. Their tactical vests meant there was a high chance of ballistic plates. That meant that shooting for the centre of mass, and those helmets would protect them from the nine-millimeter rounds. Here’s hoping they can get a good medical pension out of this.

He waited until they started walking, hugged the steam lines, while ignoring the intense radiating heat. His right eye and pistol were the first to peel through. The farthest man out was heading towards the rear, while the other was coming right towards him.

A man in a dark tailored overcoat, black shirt, and patterned tie stands in the foreground of a wet concrete corridor, pistol held low in his right hand. He has dark wavy hair and a controlled, distant expression, looking off to the left. Steam rises from a thick industrial pipe beside him. Blood is smeared on the concrete wall to his right. Further down the hallway, two armed figures in tactical gear approach under harsh overhead lights. The image is presented as a square photograph with an aged cream border.

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