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“There was a man who let me through the door. I thought he–”
“A man? What did he look like?” Marvin goes pale.
“Kind of mean, honestly.” She shrugs sheepishly.
“Oh, shit.” When Marvin looks past me down the hall, his mouth drops open.
Instinctively, I push the blonde to the ground and cover her with my body as a torrent of bullets rip through the air above us.
Turning, I see the man who opened the door for the woman beneath me, the man who came here with one goal in mind–to kill Marvin.
Marvin’s already dead. I know that before I hear his body hit the ground. “Sorry, but you’ve seen my face,” the killer sneers and points the gun at the blonde and me.
I’m already firing before he can pull the trigger. A slug hits him in the upper chest, and he staggers back, then darts to the left and out of view as I fire two more shots that should end him.
“What is happening?” the blonde screams.
“Stay here.” I get to my feet and rush toward the connecting hallway. But the gunman is long gone, only a trail of blood drops left behind, and a mass of clubgoers running for their lives from the gunfire.