This isn’t happening, I thought to myself, closing my eyes & taking a few deep breaths.
I opened my eyes to see the five barrels still pointing at my nerve-wracked chest.
Hate to break it to me, but this is happening, I admitted to myself.
“This this is the guy the Boss wanted?” one of the officers asked to his companions.
“Maybe.” They edged closer; I shrunk back as far as I could.
“Should we knock out?”
“No, the Boss said he wanted him conscious.”
“But we dunno if this is the right guy or not!”
They bickered among themselves, not taking their eyes from me for a moment.
Until Ezra decided to show up.
He leaped into the opening of the alley. “Oy! Over here!” he cried.
“Maybe that’s him!” one shouted as they turned to face Ezra.
This was my chance!
I silently thanked Ezra for his sacrifice, then searched my pockets.
I had one left.
I took out the pellet, threw it on the ground, engulfing the alley with smoke.
By the time it’d cleared, I was unseen on a roof, with Ezra firm in their custody.