"Yeah, I figured," Brie said, shrugging. "You're not one of them are you?"
"What's that supposed to—you know what, let me not waste anymore time," he said, to which he quickly reached into his belt, and equipped a gun in his hand.
My heart raced right at that moment.
"No!" I shouted, settling my legs in the middle between the slopes before charging at him. He turned around after my desperate battle cry with his hands gripped on the gun tightly.
Before he could even face it towards me, I drove into his body, to which we soared right over Brie, landing near the edge of the roof.
My hands were pressing tightly against his neck, as croaking sounds slipped from the sniper's throat. His face under that black mask of his was slowly forming into the color of a tomato.
