This is my first fic ever, so please by nice! And btw I don't own anything.
"Dude, it's cool." But it wasn't. Nothing was. Seriously not cool. Guerrero just stood there unmoving, calm.
As if there wasn't a fucking. Gun. Pointed. At. His. Head. While he was, for probably the first time, completely unarmed.
Even his very useful belt was sticking in some bad guys back or throat.
Normally it shouldn't have posed a problem for the infamous Guerrero to get out of this situation.
Yeah, well normally didn't apply here, because there was currently a lot of blood soaking into Guerrero's shirt and trousers
from a bullet hole in his abdomen.
On top of that he wasn't able to move his right leg or arm, because of some drug with paralyzing effects
that some goon had managed to inject him with sometime during their struggle.
So the paralysis combined with the blood loss made it hard for him to even just stand up straight,
there was no chance of him fighting back.
So that left it up to Chance once again.
And exactly there lay the problem. Chance had to decide. Because he currently stood on that damn rooftop,
alternatingly pointing his gun at the gangster boss holding Guerrero at gunpoint and his right hand, who was at the moment
standing a few feet to his left with a knife to their latest clients throat.
The young woman was terrified, her whole body shaking, eyes turned on Chance pleadingly.
And Guerrero had just given him the permission to save the client at the cost of his own life.
Chance's glance swept over the girl and back to look into his friends eyes.
"No it's not. Come on guys, can't we talk about this or something? I'm sure we could find a better solution.."
It was one last desperate try to find some way out of this situation.
"You'll have to choose. ", the gangster boss snarled.
"Save lovely Diana over there and lose your friend, or kill me and let her die. Which one will it be, Mr. Chance?"
Chance trained his weapon on the man.
"You'll really just let Tony kill her? Well Diana, it appears that you should have hired a different bodyguard."
And the criminal started to show his dirty black teeth in an ugly grin.
Guerrero wobbled slightly and Chance immediately turned his gaze from Diana back to his friend.
Their looks met and Chance could see the finality in Guerrero's eyes, could see that he accepted his faith.
Chance's look turned in one of pure agony, but he managed to hold his friends gaze.
Guerrero's eyes turned cold and distant "Take care of him for me."
One tiny nod from Guerrero and Chance whirled around and shot the bad guy holding a knife to Diana's throat right between the eyes.
Immediately he whirled back to face Guerrero and the night reverberated with the sound of a second gunshot,
quickly followed by the thump of a body hitting the concrete.
Thanks to cedricsowner for the tip, I changed it.
