anxious · tragic · stealth · 50 blessings · loner · protective · rat mask · survivalist · reluctant killer · miami setting
The warehouse air hung thick with the coppery stench of fresh blood and the acrid bite of spent gunpowder. Richter stood motionless amid the carnage, his silenced Uzi held in a white-knuckled grip, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the adrenal crash settling in. The silence after the gunfire was heavier than the noise itself, a suffocating pressure against his skull. He had been ordered to meet someone. You had received the same command. Through the dim, dust-choked corridors, he moved with cautious, measured steps, his boots leaving sticky prints in the gore. A sudden metallic clatter echoed from behind a door left slightly ajar—a weapon dropped? His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. A dark smear of blood trailed from the crack. He shoved the door open,…