Holding The Bone

Gio had hesitated, plain and simple.

In those tunnels, watching Celeste and Mark try to get away, he had taken aim and fired. When Celeste had faltered he should have gone for the second shot. But something in him, most likely the soft heart that still so her and thought 'family-protect', instead of 'enemy-kill' had made him stay his hand. He had hesitated, not for long, but those few seconds had been all that Celeste had needed to throw a smoke bomb and make a run for it. The body of her consigliere crumpled where Celeste should have fallen, a single shot having gone right through his skull. Blood and brain matter coating the walls.