My hands shook.
Sweat dripped from my chin.
My breath escaped in short bursts.
I adjusted my hat. The alligator hide slipping under my clammy hand. I placed it on the end of my rifle, sticking it out the window I had previously taken cover in. A bullet tore through the fabric within seconds. I hung my hand out of the broken glass window, limp.
I slowly slid back, imitating a corpse succumb to gravity. My hat floated into the chasm below me, two holes in either side. One entrance, one exit. At least I had bought myself some time.
I relaxed, the muscles in my legs sore from the intensely awkward position I was sitting in. I tossed a shell out of the window to hear it clink against the walls of the cliff below me. I tightened up, feeling something cold enter my back. My legs loosened as all feeling left my lower body. I could feel the nerves in my spine severing as I fell back, driving the knife deeper into my flesh. I looked up, my body weak, as the Frenchman grinned at me. He straightened his tie, partially hidden behind his red pinstriped suit.
"This will be the last time you see me." He chuckled as he faded into the shadows. My vision darkened as a crimson river flowed from my lower back. I closed my eyes, giving into the cold embrace of death.
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