Shoot the Last One First
Keeping his eyes on the door, Ali asked Kelly, “How’d you take out all of those guards so quickly?”
“A little something my uncle taught me when we were shooting turkeys. You shoot the last one first, and then move up the line. That way, they never see each other fall, and do not run off. I never thought I’d use that technique on people!”
“It was most useful today,” commented Ali.
There were some guards and some six minions immediately outside the room. It was evident that they were in a state of panic. They had no idea what the future held for them. They had horded bags of wealth, which were proving useless today. They had favored their relatives who were not there to help them. They had played with countless innocent lives as if they were pieces in a board game and now they were the unwilling pawns, moved and sacrificed for greed and whim in someone else’s game.
With every passing minute and every bullet shot, Ali and Kelly moved closer to the remaining guards and the minions. Ali marched toward the room like a fearless warrior. He had already lost so much in life that now the fear of losing did not bother him anymore. The guards and the minions came closer and Kelly and Ali fought with them hand-to-hand, using martial arts.