AVIALANCHÉ: Escape

“How do they find me here? Fuck!” Harvey cursed as he hid his body behind the tipped-over table.

Jerson chuckled. “You're no different from bulky guys, Harvey. You stand out too much so don’t be too surprised that they could recognize you,” he said. He positioned his hand to shoot at the nearest person who was aiming for him. “Who are they?” he asked with dry amusement

“Probably one of the Empresarium’s people,” Harvey answered.

Jerson pulled the trigger and hit the man he was aiming for. Probably because he was always on a battlefield, he was calm and composed even though he knew that his bullet couldn't take them all out. He then looked at them one by one but he couldn’t recognize them. “Are you sure they are from the Empresarium?” he asked again.

“Yes,” Harvey answered confidently.

Jerson couldn’t tell if Harvey was lying or not. He also couldn’t tell if these people were from Empresarium because their faces were foreign. He doesn’t know who to trust at this point but because