Page 30 of Toxic Truth

Lucas propped his rifle on his shoulder and squeezed off a shot.

The bullet pinged next to the prick’s foot.

He jumped back, his head snapping up.

The red-dot sight from Lucas’s rifle shone directly in the SOB’s eyes, warning him against further movement. If he breathed too hard, his brains and life would be history.

Lucas shouted, “Drop it and every other weapon. Now.”

His rifle, a handgun, and a knife hit the ground.

“On your belly, hands behind your head.”

A second command wasn’t necessary. Nor was a gun battle like those on TV shows and in films. Docile as a lamb, the assassin chose life—no matter how shitty his became—and waited for Lucas to cuff him.

Questioning would come next. With this prize, Kenzie now had the proof she needed against NSP and those in the government.

It was only a matter of time before their corruption went public and buried them.