The red light kept blinking. Fast.
Viktor moved first as he swiftly yanked open the bottom drawer of his desk, pulled out three handguns, and tossed one to Luka, one to Gerald.
The metal was cold and heavy.
Luka caught his easily, checked the magazine out of habit.
Gerald caught his with both hands, slower, but his fingers were steady.
Luka looked confused as he stared at his brother.
"What the..." Viktor didn't answer him since he was busy checking his gun. Then, he stared at the old man. "Gerald... you sure you can use that? You're..."
Viktor cut him off with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Why do you think he wouldn't be able to use it. Show him, Gerald."
Gerald didn't speak. He just pulled the slide back (click-clack), checked the chamber, spun the gun once on his finger like it weighed nothing, and pointed it at the ceiling.
Luka raised both hands. "Okay, okay. I take it back. You're terrifying."
