When Donald Edwards opened his eyes, he almost suffocated with fear. It was only upon hearing the screech of the tires as the assassin's car braked that he dared to open his eyes, seeing his own vehicle moving unimpeded. Terrified, he cursed at me, "Are you out of your mind?"
Through the rearview mirror, I glanced at Donald with disdain and said, "Can't handle a bit of excitement? How did you guys survive back then?"
Donald was momentarily at a loss for words, his mouth still trembling as he said, "Aren't you scared?"
"Scared," I confessed, "But the assassin is more scared. Assassins are the ones who take lives. If there's a way for him to kill me without going down with me, he would never choose mutual destruction. That's why the assassin won't be stupid enough to use such a method to take me down with him."
