Assailants!!!

The escape plan was forming in Johnson’s head, his eyes darting around the room before landing on the window. But before he could take a single step towards it, the police breached the room with guns drawn.

“Hands up!” the lead officer ordered, his pistol aimed directly at Johnson’s skull.

With an audible hiss, Johnson raised his hands in the air, slowly pivoting to face the sea of uniforms that now surrounded him.

“What’s my fucking offense?” Johnson demanded, his fury palpable in the air. The police, their faces stony, parted ways as Marcus strode into the room, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk.

“You?” Johnson barked, his eyes widening in surprise.

Marcus chuckled, his step leisurely as he approached the enraged Johnson. Leaning in close, he whispered, “I had already forgiven you. You’d been all but forgotten until you crossed my path again.”

Johnson, his rage simmering just beneath the surface, directed his attention away from Marcus and barked, “I want to know my of