Trevor's POV
Aiming the gun at my next target, I run to the other side of the room so I won't get shot at. The beating of my chest goes sky high as I try not to give myself away. It was quiet, almost too quiet for them to come find me.
Peaking my head over the wooden box, I examined my surroundings but it was too dark for me to see anything. I heard movements from the far corner of the room and I slowly got up from my hiding spot, going over to examine it.
I don't know If I was being paranoid or not but I heard someone run past by me. I aimed my gun so I can be prepared to shoot them. Someone tackled me to the ground then a gun was pointed to my chest.
"Got you mother fucker!" Victor shouts while giving me a joker smile. I kicked my foot upward where it made contact with his gun and it flew across the room.
I got up from the ground. "I'll say that I got you." I smirked while pointing my gun to his chest. I should just end it once and for all.