Chapter 55: "Best of luck Host."

In the middle of a situation like this, there were only two options. Defend, or run.

Dorian chucked the other option into the trash bin because it was obvious that wouldn’t work. How fast would he be able to move before a bullet went into his leg? Or spine?

Plus, Dave was here. Even if he was to use the aerial surveillance feature to evade the shots, Dave would be collateral damage.

“Back away from them really slowly.”

Dorian whispered those words under his breath and he was pleased to see Dave got them and was now obeying them.

To keep the strangers distracted, Dorian did the one thing he had never really done in his life.

“Who the hell are you guys, and what the fuck do you want from us!”

Shouting.

Shouting when no one else had raised their voice in a situation was a surefire way to aggravate your opponents, and get hurt if your bark couldn’t back up your bite.

Oddly though, the lanky man at the head of the group simply chuckled and slickly put his lean mean looking gun into the be