Rescued

Asher held a bloody knife, Milo had a submachine gun, while Roy held two black pistols.

The two at the front while Asher followed from behind.

Along the way, they killed as many as anyone who crossed their paths. No words said, no time wasted.

Flame was having a good time with some ladies when he heard the unending sound of gunshots. He immediately pushed himself up from the chair, grabbed a robe from a hanger and drafted it over his shoulders. He grabbed a gun and headed out but before he could open the door, the door was pushed open from the other end and the tip of a bloody knife was stuck to his throat.

Flame was caught off guard and immediately surrendered himself to his captive. His neck was already dripping blood. If he struggles a little, the knife might dig deeper into his throat.

Flame walked back into the room with his back while the ladies started screaming and scurrying around the room, looking for where to hide.

“Where is she?” Asher asked without a tinge of feelin