Chapter 67

“Well,” Nathan said with a grin, “you are right about that.”

Faust was standing beside the chair now—a chair on wheelsbeside a roller desk in the corner. Nathan fired his gun, hitting one of the wheels of the chair and moving it just enough to hit the back of Faust’s knees and trip him, also successfully re-aiming the rifle to shoot into the ceiling instead of at Nathan or Shiarra.

Nathan moved in immediately, but he had been right about Faust being fast, because the guy was steady again by the time Nathan reached him. Faust tried to reposition his gun, but Nathan grabbed the barrel with his free hand to keep it pointing up and tried to jerk it away. The barrel was hot from having just fired, making Nathan grit his teeth.