He swept his fire across the entire length of the catwalk a merciless reaping. In a matter of seconds he had cleared the high ground. He had eliminated the biggest threat.
He turned his attention to the men on the other side of the factory. He was about to open fire again when another bullet slammed into his leg. Then another. And another. His leg was a mangled ruin.
Seven bullets had torn through it one of them passing straight through the bone. Blood poured from the wounds a crimson river staining the dusty concrete floor.
His speed was gone. His greatest advantage had been stolen from him. He tried to run to find cover but his injured leg buckled under him.
He was a sitting duck a wounded animal surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.
From his safe vantage point Johnny watched with a triumphant smile.
"Now's our chance!" he yelled to his remaining men his voice filled with a savage glee. "Attack him all at once! Finish him!"
