Robert is watching and about to loose his arrow when the judge falls from the knife between his eyes. Robert blinks in amazement.
He hadn't done that.
On the ground, Zacara's bodyguards draw their weapons and form a perimeter around their boss, who is hustled back into the limo. Of course, someone manages to see him standing on the roof and puts two and two together to get forty-seven.
"There he is! Waste him!" one of ten men yells.
Robert throws himself to the floor of the rooftop to avoid the incoming gunfire. Apparently, someone else wanted the judge dead as well. This could just be an unlucky coincidence.
Yeah, right.
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