95. Bang

Two bald men searched around, and I really wanted to get rid of them; letting a threat to your life run loose was utterly stupid to do.

One bald man walked to our door.

I walked silently to my grandmother's side and shielded her with my body. This time, she was, luckily, finally silent.

My gun had already disappeared, and I assembled it anew when the guy was still a bit away so that he wouldn't hear the magazine clicking in place.

I aimed at the door, standing sideways to it; when he opened it, I could directly make a headshot. A dumb thought of how nerve-wracking it would be if the guy opened the door and then got called back by the other, only to close the door again and go, came to my mind. How they tease you in the movies, letting you anticipate some action only to give you nothing.

I was always fucking annoyed by these types of scenes.