Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as I let him lead me. He was a step away from the entrance when he turned and pressed his back to the wall. We silently stood there until we heard the cussing from inside. Smiling, I bent forward and pulled my knife out my boots. Michael gave me another weird look before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to the door. Almost pressed together, we breathed in unison and waited for them to make the first move. Soon, we heard the faint noise of someone coming in our direction. We waited until the last moment. The man turned the corner and almost missed seeing us. On reflex, I slid the knife forward and plunged it in his heart. He took two steps forward, his hands on his gun, but then he almost toppled over giving me access to his throat which I slit with beautiful precision.
"They are not near the door," he whispered keenly into my ears.
