I stared at the gun Vincent had handed me over. It had the letter 'S' in gold imprinted on the middle of the barrel, which told me it could have belonged to my mother. Somehow I couldn't picture her with a gun. It was weird. For me, she was sympathetic, pretty, selfless and everything I wasn't. I looked back at the black van which was unloading with all the men rushing out, with no sight of Chase. If he was here, it would have been better.
"Remember, you hesitate, you die. They won't pity you and you should do the same." Vincent ordered, before motioning at the men to stay behind .
