You were breaking into a club to kill a man from the opposing spy team. This mission caused massive damage towards the club, so it was empty. You were on high alert.

Until you weren’t.

You heard a gun click and you turned around, pointing it at the noise. It was another man, probably another spy. He smelled like wealth and power. You froze, before aiming at him. Both of you aimed at different parts, him at your chest, you at his lap. Any of these shots would cause great harm.

“Drop it.” He commanded.

“You first, big boy.” You scoffed.