In the corner of the corridor, I stood at ready, waiting for my assailant to make his first move. With a quick lunge, he threw a straight right punch at me, which I countered by striking perpendicularly with my right, grabbing his wrist, sealing his elbow with my left, sliding below his armpit, and throwing him forwards. He fell, head first, and rolled forwards to the other side.
Somewhat enraged that I had the gall the throw him, he switched stances, and moved towards me cautiously. Annoyed at being attacked like that, I stepped back slowly, my eyes trained upon the actions of my assailant. With little warning, he threw out yet another straight punch, but I saw that his other hand was ready for an upper hook, and dodged the blow once more and slammed my shoulder into his right laterals, which made him lose his balance and stagger off to the side.
With a smooth move, I drew the revolver from my shoulder holster with my right hand and pointed it at his head just as he was about to strike me again. He halted, knowing that the odds were against him now, and gritted his teeth in anger.
``Step back now or I'll blow your fucking brains out!'' I commanded.
Mumbling through his gritted teeth, he stepped slowly back. But as I looked carefully on, I noticed a strange twitch that he was trying to hide away from me.
With little warning, he reached for his trouser pocket with his right hand, and I aimed at his left shin and fired. Yowling in pain, he fell, and blood pooled as it oozed out of his wound. From his pocket came the unmistakeable clatter of a small single-shot concealed weapon.
``Oh? You still want to take me down is it? Who sent you? Who sent you?!'' I hollered as I aimed my revolver back at this head again.
``Fuck you,'' he said as he grabbed the fallen weapon with his right hand, aimed at his head, and pulled the trigger, before I could do anything about it.
Bits of brain and skull splattered on the opposite side of his head, and in that moment, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I remembered his face showing a sign of relief of some sort, which felt strange to me because he was blowing his own brains out, literally. The fragments fell in a slow parabolic path towards the ground, and his body spasmed when the bullet entered and pass through his skull. He fell to his left, again in what seemed like a slow way, and collapsed into the messy pool of blood, brain and skull fragments.
``No... you fucker! Who the hell sent you! Why didn't you answer me?!''
I lowered my weapon and glanced out of the windows, past the tall skyscrapers. The clouds had turned dark, and the rain was just about to fall. Yet another dead lead.
`Don't worry Mary,' I thought, `I will definitely find you, even if it takes me to the ends of the earth!'
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