“How’d they find us!” Mac yelled.
Agent Jones opened his mouth just as two gunshots boomed in the bedroom. Blood leaked out as the light fled from his eyes.
Mac whirled, grunting as a round pierced his shoulder. He slammed back against the heavy bed, his graying vision seeing three Agent Kents wavering. Smoke rose from the barrel of his Beretta. “That would be me,” Kent’s voice echoed from a deep well.
Mac heard Cindy scream as Kent grabbed her hair. “C’mon, Princess. We have a date to keep.”
Mac’s last vision was of Kent’s pistol-butt slicing toward his skull.
My last shot at Kerrie Salsac’s Chain Writing Game. Alas, poor Agent Jones, we hardly knew thee. Will Mac survive? Will Cindy’s nightmare ever end? What happened to all the other girls? That’s for YOU to decide. Join in with your continuation! I plead with you for a purely selfish reason: I don’t want to be left hanging!
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