บท 22: Chapter 22

Without a word, I slide out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me. My hands are twitching by my side, adrenaline still cursing through my blood.

"Hunter, wait." Micah says, stepping out from the drivers side with the camera in his hands. I breathe in sharply and spin around, my eyes landing on the bodywork of the car that is now covered in bullet holes.

Bullets that were meant for us.

The entire ride home, I grew increasingly confused over Calvin Black's intentions. Just how deep did the business with his father go? Innocent lives were risked today at the hands of Calvin Black and a masked deranged machine gunner who was basically a ghost to us.

We've never heard of his name or status before which was unusual for an FBI Mission.

Why did they choose to meet in a coffee shop full of eye witnesses?

What kind of business were they discussing that they both felt the need to bring guns?

The entire encounter did not make sense.