Guns and Deaths

“The fuck…?”

Crouched in the jeep, the bodyguard watched everything happen through a crack in the window. When the so-called High Chancellor peeled the synthetic skin from his face, revealing someone entirely different, the bodyguard’s brain just… froze.

He didn’t recognize the man, but judging from Stephan’s expression, that man wasn’t just an impostor. They knew each other.

Outside, the two men stared each other down.

“Since I’m in a good mood…” Stephan muttered again, cracking his neck, “…let’s settle this for once, and for all.” He tossed his gun to the ground with a metallic clunk.

Levian raised an eyebrow. “What are you playing at?”

“Let’s play a game,” Stephan said, slyly smiling.

“We fight. No weapons. If you knock me out, you win. I do the same, I win. But…” he glanced down at the gun, “…whoever reaches one first gets to finish it. One bullet. One corpse.”

“That’s how we do it in the military.”