Novel & Cerita Zig Zag From Holes

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

Zac watched, saying nothing. Holding onto the edge of the hole, I expertly swung my legs up like a trapeze artist until I was safely inside, when agents pounded roughly on the heavy metal door, yelling for us to open up. Hooking my legs into the vent, I reached down and grabbed Zac's extended arms and I pulled him up with one arm, then quickly replaced the grate, propping it across the hole, buying us another minute or two.

Behind the door was a masked man who had fixed a mini bomb on the doorknob as he found it difficult to open manually, he shuffled some steps backwards, for every step Everly took towards the door, the countdown was against her as she lifted her arm to reach out for the door, a loud noise was heard, the bomb blew off the door and sent her crashing on the floor. Fortunately, she wasn't hit by any of the shrapnel, Edwin scurried and helped her up. The masked man walked in, his footsteps were Ghost quiet, a flicker of impatience shone in his eyes. His knotted shoe lace denoted an ancient symbol used by dangerous assassin's called,'wingles', his black leather jacket stood firm and opposed the mov