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Angel moves like a wild beast, quick and decisive In a split-second, he’s pulled two small objects out from his belt and whipped thee of the forest and then explode in fiery flashes

I can’t help but flinch at the violence Trees creak and fall and a great cloud of dust shrouds the road Angel takes advantage of the cover to e rover

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A savage streak of panic rips through ut at the familiar sound It’s even closer this time Thunder encompasses the world and rattles the limo as bullets careen off every inch of the earth

I curl up in a ball, withfor the thunder to stop, until the gunfire finally pauses The roars echo through the air as I shake in my little fortress My eyes are clenched shut; they won’t open I keep expecting another round of gunfire to rip through my eardrums

Instead, ainst the rear windshield One of the voices is clearly Angel; I don’t recognize the other Curiosity gets the better of h to peak out of the now splintered glass

Angel is still behind the passenger door of his range rover The hood is riddled with fresh, steaer seeun and shouts out to some unseen enemy

My eyes search for iant A el, dressed up like an American cowboy, with a black Stetson hat and all, hides behind a thick tree on the opposite end of the road His gun is bigger than Angel’s, too, but that just er to reload

Angel starts firing again and the giant cowboy is taken by surprise A bullet catches hi over like one of the trees His gun falls froel has jumped out from behind his cover and sprinted over to the wounded cowboy The bleeding stalker doesn’t stand a chance The barrel of Angel’s pistol is pointed directly i

n the man’s face before anyone can take a second breath

I don’t dare move

Is Angel a killer?

The thought isn’t a new one From the moment I saw him, to this ot rich off the misery of others He never confiruessed?

Still, watching hiivesfor this man that I’ve never felt for anyone ever before Even with all the despair and destruction, whatever we have growing between us is still able to survive, still able to grow I’ve seen more death today than I ever have before in my entire life, but I still haven’t seen the man who takes someone’s life for his own

Is Angel that kind of man?