I saw Joe's body jerk when he threw himself in front of the gun. Joe had given me a chance, but what was the cost?
Was my brother already dead? The masked man tossed Joe off of him. The man aimed his gun at Joe just as my foot connected with the gun. The bullet went into a wall.
I had to get to Joe. No time to deal with this guy. Nobody gets between me and Joe. The man glanced away when the fire collapsed the ceiling behind us.
I hit the man with a spin kick. When he fell I grabbed him and punched him in the jaw. He fell out the warehouse window.
I had to get Joe out of here. The smoke blocked my vision. Where was Joe?
Looked like another part of the flaming ceiling was ready to collapse. I looked under it and saw Joe. I ran to him as the ceiling fell.
I grabbed Joe as the flames surrounded us. One chance. I ran through the flames to the open window. I almost made it.
The floor collapsed before I reached the window. But an explosion blew me and Joe out the window.
I prayed we would land in water. If not we were dead and Joe's death was not acceptable. I was the older brother. I had to protect him.
