"You're crazy for keeping that drive, Martinez! Hand it over or she gets a cold one in her dome.” He pulled her hair back and held the barrel of his gun to her temple. Martinez stood there for seconds that felt like an eternity. He saw Williams' head slip past a window in the back of the house. It was almost like Lindsey sensed Williams because he wheeled around and aimed his gun at the back door.
“Tomko,” he started, “where do you suppose Williams is? These two don't travel solo.”
“Damn good question Lindsey.” Tomko turned to Martinez. “Where's your buddy, Martinez? I doubt you're on a solo, charity mission here.”
“Listen, here's the drive. Just let his wife go.” Martinez held the drive out toward Tomko. Lindsey turned around to look at the drive. Right as he did, Martinez saw Williams come out from behind the back door. He held his pistol with two hands, locked directly on Lindsey.
“Williams, don't do it!” Martinez screamed. The roar of Williams' gun drowned Martinez out. Martinez heard at least four shots bellow from the gun, and every one connected with Lindsey. The first two pierced Lindsey's torso, the third his neck and the fourth tore the top of his head off. Lindsey crumpled to the ground without even getting a shot off.
Tomko twisted his body around to aim at Williams. Martinez went to fire at Tomko but it was too late. The sound of Tomko unloading his gun shook the room. Martinez could see bullets rip through Williams' body. He stumbled forward and collapsed. Tomko coldly took aim and shot Williams in the head.
“Put your gun down!” Martinez yelled. Martinez felt his hand shake as adrenaline, rage and fear coursed through him. Tomko turned back to Martinez and aimed his gun at Williams' wife.
“Listen Martinez. Calm yourself.” Tomko took a step toward the back door and pulled Williams' wife with him. “I'm gonna walk out this back door or she gets smoked.” He took another couple of steps back.
“Tomko, don't move!”
Tomko kept moving in the direction of the back door. Martinez took aim at Tomko's right arm and fired. The bullet screamed through Tomko's bicep and his gun dropped to the ground.
Tomko screamed. He ducked behind Williams' wife then ran the last couple of steps to the back door and out of the house. Martinez ran over to Williams' wife who was passed out cold. He grabbed her in his arms and looked over at Williams. His eyes were open and flooded with blood.
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