"You?!" Peters squawked. His face was turning quite pale as he knelt on the ground, and his eyes darted frantically between the gun he had given up and the gun in my hands. "How… How could it be you?! I thought you were just some white collar executive!" I could not resist a smile. It crept onto my face insidiously, taking over my entire expression as I suppressed the urge to cackle maniacally.
"Yes, it's me. You seem very surprised," I taunted, moving closer and kicking the gun further away from Peters. Three of his men were dead already. One of them had been so kind as to lend me his gun, since his body lay a short distance away from the rest. Two others were a few meters away from Peters, blood pooling beneath their bodies as the seconds ticked past. The last man was only a meter away,
