With a gun pointed to his head, Bryan felt wistful. How many times has he been held at gunpoint and how many times had he come out unscathed?
He looked at the lady in the eyes and raised his arms up, "you know that I'm with the police and leaving with you now will arouse suspicions so why do you want to put me in trouble?"
She lowered her gun a bit and sighed, "You have a point, I wouldn't want to mess with your boring life. I'll just turn a blind eye and leave."
She put the gun back in the holster and turned to leave but Bryan asked, "Can I at least know what your name is?"
She turned to face him and with a stoic face she replied, "Just call me Angel."
Bryan felt his eyelids twitch, wasn't that too much for you? And even if I wanted to call you that you actually don't look much like an angel. Don't push your luck woman; Bryan nodded while his mind churned in thought.
