As he spoke, he slowly pulled the trigger of the pistol.
"Wait!"
"Don't!"
Both men's voices rose in unison. The difference was that when the larger voice rang out, the gun also lifted in his hand, while when the smaller voice rang out, the small frame was already shielded over Bianca's tiny body.
Oliver Thompson held the gun motionless in his hand, his finger on the trigger, the infrared barrel aimed right at Harvey Dunn's brow. The movement was so precise that, if not looked carefully, one wouldn't notice his trembling hand on the trigger.
Roy Thompson stood with his whole body shielding Bianca. The gun originally aimed at Bianca was now pointing at Roy's head, creating a tense confrontational scene.
"So, what, are you trying to use my worthless life to block your precious son's life?"
