I heard him slide into position beside me in a moment. His legs were spread in front of him and he was furiously changing the magazine. He pulled out another one from the back of his belt and then put it in.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, huskily. I nodded, still staring straight at the group of men at the centre of the room. "Give me the count." I could still hear the worry in his voice. It p.i.s.sed me off just a wee bit.

So much for having faith in me.

"Seven men in sight on this floor. A good share of the s.h.i.+pment is down here, so we need to be careful." He nodded.

"They would be stupid to let the bullets fly."

"They are already extremely stupid. I think they are partying down here." He snickered.

"We don't want to hurt ourselves, so take clear shots. We can't damage any of these things." I nodded and then took a position. I crawled across his legs and then walked straight to the other end of the door, pointing the gun at the group all the time. They didn't even notice me there. I might have rolled my eyes before I gave Michael thumbs up. He smirked and then signalled me to follow his shots.

He shot the first fire, the next followed. In coordination, we took out each one with single shots. Happy with the ma.s.sacre, we had created, we took moved to the staircase. We could see footsteps coming down the staircase, and we gave each other an exasperated look. We ran back to our hiding spots and waited for them to filter into the room. I could hear five more voices, and Michael agreed. Again on the count of three, we shot them down. Taking in a deep breath, I saw him putting his current gun into the belt and then pulling out another one. We moved across the room again and carefully moved up the stairs, knowing full well that they would be covering the door.

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