Sailing

Wagner calmly raised his hands while my eyes were shifting from Wagner to the assassin. I could see that his grip on the gun was tight, and he fixed his eyes on Wagner. We didn’t shake him at all.

“Vad Wagner, IIF has been looking for you. You need to follow me for an interrogation,” the assassin firmly said.

“W-well… drop your weapon first,” I said.

“I can’t do that.”

“Are you crazy? You almost killed what you’re looking for and you expect us to cooperate?” Wagner interrupted.

“We can’t let Wagner escape. He’s wanted. Also, we only need him. You’re not included. We don’t even know you.”

Wagner’s face darkened. It might be hard for him to accept that no one recognizes him aside from me.

“You don’t know me? Let me show you who I am,” Wagner said and grabbed the gun from the assassin.

It turns out that the assassin was as skilled as he is. They exchanged punches and bruises. But I admit Wagner was faster. I guess being skinny was an advantage.