The sound of a gun firing in a sound proof room was unbelievably loud. Sid felt the air cutting by his face. The room fell into an immediate abyss.

‘This make is much better. Don’t you think so?’ said the random guy that was trying to kill Sid. There came no reply.

Then the whole room exploded. Sid’s ear drums were raging to burst. Next came the delicate, tender, soft silence that sounded the room. No bullets came near Sid, but the next time he might not be so luckily. The table he was ducking behind didn’t provide much protection against a SMG.

The silken broke, a familiar sound of ejecting a magazine and next, clicking of metal cartilages e meeting each other. Now was his chance, he shot out from under the table.

Finally the end has come.