Word Count: 108,069
Summary of Events:
Nadia informed her parents, grandparents, and other relatives gathered to celebrate her graduation that she was moving to Italy in two days; this incited an uproar and Nadia asked Vitaly if she could stay with him for the remaining time she had in Moldova. Borden and Honour were trekking through some trees that had gone up in flames the previous summer when they heard dogs behind them and were forced to flee from the gangsters, who'd caught up to them; after running for a bit Borden made Honour run ahead of him and stayed to face the gangsters . . .
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Taking a deep breath, he removed the gun from its place against his spine, advanced a round into the chamber, turned, and fired.
A human voice uttered a strangled cry and Borden saw the man he’d sighted on the ground clinging to his hand. Another ran up, barely containing a snapping German Shepherd, and fired a pistol somewhat wildly at Borden, who watched the shot go wildly off to the right.
Borden walked calmly backwards. For all the tension, for the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything bulletproof, Borden felt calm; he knew what to do, and he felt very much like that was going to give him the advantage.
Another man without a dog brandished a rifle. Borden fired just as the man had gotten the gun settled onto his shoulder, before he’d had chance to sight and aim, and he, too, yelped, dropping his gun to clutch a bleeding hand.
The dog was still barking and growling savagely, and several more men — including a couple more with dogs — appeared, including a blonde-haired man with boring Russian hair and ink darkening the flesh of his neck to colours not natural to humanity.
This man put a gun to his shoulder and fired with a swiftness that caught Borden off guard — as did the searing pain that tore across his jaw.
In quick succession Borden fired two shots that left that man clutching his arm in agony and pain. Borden started walking backwards more briskly, watching for anyone to shoot at him.
No one did, so Borden turned around and took off at a run. A couple shots rang out behind him, but none of them hit him. He stopped and turned to see if they had advanced into range, and he saw one man was pursuing him who looked rather like he had the build to be on the BC Lions, although his football skills were unknown.
Borden fired at the man, but like the shots fired at him in motion, his own shot didn’t hit his desired mark because the man was moving, although it did cause blood to start running down the man’s upper right arm.
Not unlike himself, the man hardly missed a beat, instead he ducked behind a tree, then peered around and fired two shots at Borden, who had darted off to be behind his own tree, which had taken the shots on his behalf.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw the man had ducked behind his tree, waiting for Borden to fire.
Patiently, Borden waited for him to come back out, because he knew that running would alert the man and cause more shots to be fired at him, which he wanted to avoid.
Finally the man turned and Borden fired.
The man cried out and clutched his hand while Borden turned and ran at top speed toward the lake.
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