Its cold on his skin but smooth as it shivers on his forehead. He’s been in this position many times before but this time it will end different. He releases a slow breath, half-sigh, half-disgust. He raises his eye to meet his masked assailant’s. There is no fear in her eyes as she steadies her grip on the gun pressed to his temple. “What will be the last thought to run through your head?” she asks him as she gazes even deeper into his ice cold eyes. “I’ll let you know when we get there.” he replies with a slight arch of his eyebrow. “But more importantly, how did you get in?” he inquires, seeking to buy enough time from her ego to think of a plan. He knows she loves to gloat and that question would give him all the time he needed, or so he thought. Her mind is as focused as her eyes on her prey. “I’ll tell you when your dead” she replies with a smirk. His normally distanced look quickly changes to desperation as his mind races to find a way out his predicament. His mind is more dangerous than any weapon his enemies could ever dream up. During their short convo he picked his cuffs with the needle pinned to his sleeve. But with a 9 to his forehead and a shaky hand holding it, all the quick thinking in the world couldn’t help him. Her trembling finger begins to squeeze the trigger and he can feel it. Just then a thought hit his head, but he would only have one chance at it. Especially already being on his knees and surrounded on both sides by some guys so big, he wishes they were just linebackers. He would be able to handle the praying position but not these steroid heads. Brains will have to beat brawn on this one. “I actually thought you were gonna make it out of this one, even I was betting on you” she speaks with a disappointed tone in her voice. “I like those odds!” he whispers as he makes his move. He lowers he head in submission only to hop forward and head butt her in the stomach. She fires 3 shots as she stumbles and falls into some boxes. He braces himself for the hard part, the big boys. He figures that he has a max of 15 seconds before she recovers from the blow to her tummy and comes out guns ablazin. Thats about 5 per hulk and another 5 to take out the bullet-bitch. He thanks God for that summer he spent in Beijing learning acupuncture because he was about to put it to good use. He grabs the needle from his sleeve again and puts its away in a naughty spot on the neck of one guy while he kicks the other one in the knee. 7 seconds left, it would take another 3 for that needle to do its thang on mr. muscles. Meanwhile, he has another muscle man to deal with while keeping an eye on the trigger happy trick who happens to be recovering faster than expected. He hates being rushed. Oh well, back to the big bald guy charging his way. He dodges to the left, jumps on his back and uses the cuffs that used to hold him to make an uncomfortable necklace on the bear of a man. As biggie gasps for air and falls to floor he smiles and thinks to himself, ” 9 seconds, thats gotta be a new record.” His smile quickly fades as he realizes that he won’t be breaking any records today because of the bear hug the other big guy surprised him with. As the squeeze is forcing his ribs to rub he realizes that too much muscle is the only reason that the needle didn’t have the desired effect. “Oh well, plan B” he mutters to himself as he starts to slam his head backwards into the big man’s bowling ball cranium. He knows it no use but its a good distraction as he watches the lady get back to her feet in between his backward head butts. She coughs a few times and glares at him with a look so cold it could freeze a boiling pot. She aims the gun again as he prepares to make his move. Long ago, he learned that a man is likely to have two soft spots, one for each head. And since the one up top was as hard as a rock, he hoped the other one wasn’t. His eyes focused on her trigger-finger as he timed his blow just right. He kicked the man in the “other” head and was dropped to the floor as she fired her first shot through his head that was pretty hard but not bulletproof. With her having 6 more shots left, the odds were still against him so he decided to reshuffle the deck and threw his cuffs in the air, killing the only light in the room. “Bitch better not have night vision” he mutters to himself. She hears him and fires a shot in his direction. 5 left.

To be continued…..