"Target is down. I repeat target is down," Marcel heard as he turned to look a Nyasha.

The sound of feet moving away from the car allowed him the freedom to move.

A bullet had pierced her chest and a lot of blood was coming out. Broken glass was everywhere as he assessed the damage of their car. It had flipped over several times but he was not in the least bit worried for their son, Mario was still safe and secure in his seat. Unfastening his belt he slowly moved making sure that ...