I shrunk back, wishing I could melt into the wall. This isn’t happening, this isn't happening, I thought to myself, closing my eyes & taking a few deep breaths.
I opened my eyes to see the five barrels still pointing at my nerve-wracked chest.
I sighed. Hate to break it to me, but this is happening, I admitted to myself. Whoop-dee-frickin-do.
“Y'think this is the guy the Boss wanted?” one of the officers asked to his companions, not taking his squinty little eyes off me.
“Maybe.” They edged closer. I shrunk back as far as I could, wishing I could melt into the wall.
“Should we knock out?”
“No, the Boss said he wanted him conscious.”
“But we dunno if this is the right guy or not!”
"I don't think so, he's not as beat up as the other guy."
"He coulda healed! They were missing for a few days, y'idiot!"
"You're the idiot, this guy's too tall t'be the guy the Boss wants!"
"Y'never had any eye for height, Mac."
"Well at least I didn't cheat on the eye test."
They bickered among themselves, not taking their eyes from me for a moment.
Until Ezra decided to show up.
He leaped into the opening of the alley. “Oy! Idiots! Over here!” he cried, waving his arms frantically. He whistled.
“Maybe that’s him!” one shouted as they turned to face Ezra.
This was my chance!
I caught his eye for a brief second, silently thanking Ezra for his sacrifice, then searched my pockets.
My eyes widened in relief. I had one left.
As Ezra continued to taunt the officers, I took out the pellet, threw it on the ground, engulfing the alley with smoke and chaos.
By the time the smoke cleared, I was unseen on a roof, but Ezra firm in the officers' custody.