The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

bubble up through the shock. “And what about him?” I pointed a trembling finger at Sean. “What the hell is this?”

“This,” Sean said, gesturing with the rifle still held loosely in his hands, “is the only way I could stay alive.”

He told me everything. The mission where he “died” was a trap, just like mine. He had gotten too close to the same corrupt continue reading …