BANG!
Nicho's body dropped like a dead branch.
Lifeless.
A hole closed up with scarlet and gore in the left part of his chest. Stinging fumes were escaping the scorched surface.
The spark that once danced fiercely within him began to dwindle.
Swallowed by the welcoming hands of oblivion.
His body lay still. And so did every part of him.
His blood. His heart. His brain.
They all shifted into a mechanical shutdown. A natural phenomenon that followed death.
Usually, this would have been expected, but Ciara seemed to have waited for his vitals to finally stop before she eased from the tension.
'He's dead.'
The finality satisfied her, as much as it started a new wave of tension.
'Two executives died on the same day…'
The consequences of such a feat weren't just astounding, but chilling.
'The Red Peacemakers may flip their flags and reveal themselves to the general public.'
But perhaps, that was for the best.
