"Hold the steering wheel, I'm gonna shoot back." The assassin suddenly tells Ajentt as she puts the car in cruise control, he sees her pulling out a Jericho 941 "Baby Eagle" from a secret compartment as he takes hold of the steering wheel, ensuring they don't crash.
The Assassin climbs out from the front window of the car as she hooks one of her feet to the steering wheel and the other stepping on the side of the passenger door with her knees lodged on the window frame for stability.
With him noticing her awkward angle and unsteady footing, he holds her legs to stabilize her and ensure better accuracy. "Steady yourself" Ajentt for the life of him means well and clearly not thinking of anything perverted or ogling at her in this high tension scenario.
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Holding the steering wheel, he swerves the car left and right, dodging the oncoming traffic as the assassin with him fires at the pursuing pet transport truck.
Unlike in the movie, Ajentt didn't call for the police which made the assassin grab the attention of a police car by ramming into it, but from the high fueled chase and the sounds of gunfire, several police cars could be heard coming to the scene.
As the assassin fires at the truck, Ajentt multi-task in stabilizing her while ensuring they don't hit anything. Frustrated that she couldn't hit him due to the chaos of the scene, she shouted to Ajentt to grab his attention. "Hey! Give me the gun under the seat!"
Ajentt momentarily lets go of her as he grabs unto the gun, which was a Sawed-Off Double Barrel Shotgun and gives it to her as she throws her other gun on the car and grabs the shotgun.
Cocking in a bullet, she aims at the pursuing truck and fires at the engine, effectively killing it off and ending the chase.
The assassin climbs back inside and onto the driver's seat to continue the escape, but before they get away, Ajentt sees the man leaning off the truck and fires two final shots on their way.
The bullet curved as it flew towards them and hit both wheels on the drivers side.
'Wow, bullet curve, impossible in real life but here is totally possible, can't wait to be able to do that.'
The loss of both wheels did not hinder them in their escape as they made their way to a hideout while changing cars halfway.
"How did it feel?" She says to him.
"Wonderful, like how they look, I never thought I would get to drive a sports car in my life." He looks at her with a smirk as he simmers down from his adrenaline high.
She giggled at his response and didn't dwell on the topic. Some things never happened like the epic flip over the police cars, due to the difference in how the fight scene in the store happened or the route they took during their escape.
Now a little bit safer, they made their way to what looked to be a textile factory, fully conscious compared to the movie.
"Get out, come and follow me." She said to him as she left the car and walk inside the factory, there is no need to act scared in this situation as he is truly scared since he knows that he is about to walk in a den of wolves that would soon be out to kill him.
Cortana took it upon herself to record the routes that they had taken so he wouldn't get lost and gain a layout of the place. Soon they reach an office, dusty and dirty with some flies buzzing around.
"Why would you bring me here? It's dusty and a mess, don't tell me it's a camouflage to the actual base." he quips to her to lessen the tension and nervousness he feels.
The assassin just looks at him and points him to a chair. "Sit down," Ajentt just looked around as he sat. Several people are there with him.
A fat man should have the nickname "Butcher" for his knife expertise, a black man should have the nickname "Gunsmith" for his gun expertise, and a thin white man should have the nickname "Repairman". With the addition of the beautiful woman "Fox" who sent him here, the main characters are basically all here except for Sloan.
"You're much calmer than I thought." Ajentt looked up and saw an old black man. This should be Sloan. He does look a lot like Morgan Freeman. Ajentt looked at him and said, "The exciting experience last night is over and done with, so there is no reason for me not to be calm about this situation. In addition, I need to remind you that I'm an accountant, and a poor one at that. Maybe you can call my boss, Janice. I think she's more useful than me." Ajentt spoke incoherently in his composure, giving people a more panicked feeling.
He might not be panicking but was truly scared, he just says the line from the movie and hopefully things proceed how they should have, Sloan walked forward and handed him a gun. "Take it and shoot down the wings of the fly." He pointed to the trash can next to him.
"You're joking right?" Ajentt responded in a calm manner, smiling a little knowing things are going as it should.
The sound of a gun being loaded came from behind him and a metal object pressed against his head. "Either you shoot or I'll shoot you. I'll only count to three."
He quickly took the gun from Sloan's hand, pointing at the flies buzzing around, he controlled his breathing as he entered adrenaline mode.
His heart began to beat faster as time seemed to slow down, he could see the flight path of the fly as he steadies the gun, pulling the trigger, he fired, as the bullet exits the muzzle it flew towards the wings of the fly, removing it's wings without hurting the fly itself, he does it once more, as two flies lay on the floor wingless.
Breathing heavily, he tries to calm down once more his racing heart as he takes a seat and takes out a bottle neuro suppressive drug, though he doesn't take the drugs anymore, it's best to continue with the facade using a placebo pill inside.
His hands trembled as he opened the bottle. Sloan had picked up the fly he had hit and walked over to drop it down on his hand. "Before today, many things were impossible for you, and what you are experiencing is not an anxiety attack. Your heart beats more than 400 times a minute, producing a lot of adrenaline, which makes you observe and react faster than ordinary people. It is a skill that you inherited from your father."