His hands drifted behind his back, his fingers wrapping around the silenced pistol tucked into his waistband. He pulled it out and aimed at the boy who had spoken and fired.
The bullet whizzed past the boy's head, smacking into the wall behind him with a sharp crack.
The two bullies stared, their faces almost drained of color, realizing just how close they had been to dying. They didn't need a second warning. They snatched up their bags and bolted, not even bothering to look back.
The kid who had been pinned against the wall stood there, his whole body trembling.
Dacatt shoved the gun back into his waistband and pushed off the wall he had been leaning on. He spared the kid a glance, shrugging, before turning and walking away.
Striding down the street, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it up, and just as he took a long drag of it, he heard small footsteps running up behind him.
