Jason took a deep breath, steadying his hands as he aimed his gun toward the hallway wall, just outside the room where Hilsa was.
They had planned this... they had deliberated on their every move, the entire plan. however if there was one thing jason knew, it was that execution was the meat in the bone, a wrong move could derail the whole plan.
He needed this shot to be perfect—close enough to cause panic, but not hit anyone.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.
With a loud crack, the bullet tore through the plaster, echoing sharply down the corridor.
Inside the room where the incident was unfolding everybody froze except Dr Rotten.
his body had shuddered at the sudden gun sound... he knew something was terribly wrong but he couldn't afford to glaze even side way, he simply couldn't afford to look away from the girl.
One might think it was the girls life in the line here but to the doctor what he saw was different.
