Griffin sat perfectly still, eyes shut tight, deep in his meditations. Beneath the shade of a massive oak tree the young man pondered the wonders of the universe, the beauty of nature. Cool wind blew through the leaves, causing the branches to rock every so faintly, lifting his spirits.
Suddenly a gunshot echoed within the park, causing the young man’s steely eyes to snap open even as he dived to the side. A bullet of bright silver burned through his spiky black hair, burying itself into the bark just above where his ear had been moments before. The smell of melting wax and burnt wood began to waft into the air.
Still moving from his dive, Griffin continued to roll, stopping only when he had found a large rock to hide behind. Back pressed hard against stone, a snarl touched his face as the former assassin reached for his pistol, realizing as he did so that he no longer carried a gun wherever he went.
His right hand then rose up to his left shoulder, fingers feeling and then grasping the moulded handle of his custom made Japanese throwing knife secured there under his short sleeved shirt. Drawing it smoothly from the sheath, he raised it slightly above the rock, angling the reflection to survey the direction from which the shot had originated. At the distance he sat, nothing appeared out of the ordinary, most likely because the nearest cover was almost 50 meters away.
Looking around, the young man took quick stock of his surroundings. The tree where he had previously sat stood on a small hill in the middle of a large green hill. Hiding as he was behind this rock, he was half way down the incline, with the woods directly before him. If he could just get amongst the trees, he had a good chance of escape. That or he could go for the long barrelled Beretta that was stashed in his Crumpler bag hanging from a branch in the tree.
Which do you choose:
A: RUN for the hills… ehh trees!
B: The best defence is a good offence!
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