WITH GUN IN HAND, he ran down the hallway and looked for the group that had left with Kenan. At the end, about fifty meters to the left, were the UN representative, Floyd Kenagan, Kenan Vaine and the agents guarding them walking towards the elevators. Wasting no time, he headed towards the group; he needed to reach them before they entered and the doors closed, and the President disappeared into that unknown building.
The distance between them was decreasing as Gregory Evans and Tommy Leone quickened their pace. They still didn't know what they were going to do, but they needed to stop the President from carrying out his plan; it had to be effective. Thirty meters. Twenty meters. They were reaching them when they heard a shout:
— Hey you, stop now!
It was the voice of some palace agent or security guard, coming from behind, probably having noticed his intention or having seen what happened in the room. It was uncertain to think that the agent would shoot in his direction, putting President Vaine and the entourage that were right behind him at risk.
One wrong shot and everything would be in danger.
However, with the man's terrified scream, the agents guarding Kenan realized that there was danger and turned to see them, putting their plan in check. A shootout in that open corridor would mean certain death, but Gregory Evans no longer cared about that, since he had put the pieces of the puzzle together, he knew he was there for everything or nothing, but having Tommy as support helped a lot and Tommy knew for the first time the reason he was there, and he knew that his destiny was already traced by the President's orders.
The adverse situation took away any options he might have had to solve the problem, he only had one left in his mind, and it was the worst.
TOMMY HAD NO DOUBT that he would fail, at that distance he was perfectly capable of fulfilling his ultimate goal in life. And he didn't need to be the hero...
Forgive me, Katherine!
The weapons were already turned towards them, even before their eyes could look at them. There was no more time for footsteps. The carpet would soon be stained with their blood. But he knew he could do it.
All he needed was one bullet in the chamber and just one more minute to live.