I looked at the gun, then back at Dennis. I knew that I would face my past self sooner or later, but this was still too sudden for me. I woke up one day forgetting everything about who I am, and what I did… and yet… I’m being told that I was a killer for an organization. I don’t even know if me being in this organization means that I’m one of the good guys… Or one of the bad. Keenan sighed before twirling the paper with the address in between his fingers.

“He’s not ready yet,” Keenan said, looking out the windshield.

Dennis looked at me again before setting the gun down next to me.

“We’ll be in and out, alright? Just sit tight. If any trouble comes, you know what to do. Keenan’s seen what you could do, back at the hotel.” Dennis said carefully to me.

“Just don’t forget to chamber the pistol before you shoot.” Keenan laughed before stepping out of the car. Keenan walked to the trunk of the car where he pulled out his own weapons and knocked on the glass, signaling Dennis.

“Stay safe,” Dennis said, putting his switchblade away and exiting the car, grabbing his gun with him.

While the two walked to the front of the building, I looked at the gun again. Something at the back of my head told me that this was a pistol… As I kept staring, I started to uncover more about the gun.

It was… a TT-33… Soviet made in the early 1930s… 8-round magazine, fired 7.62mm bullets…

I shook my head. Why would I know so much about this? I decided to look out the window to take my mind off of things.

...

I heard gunshots. Glass breaking. Yells and alarms being activated. I can’t take my mind off it anymore. I got out of the car, holding the pistol. I chambered the pistol, and tucked it away in my hoodie pocket. My heart pounded with the symphony of two hundred drums. I walked up to the front of the building. A man walking around the building yelled at me to go away, that trespassers would be shot to death. I quickly pulled the gun out of my hoodie and pointed it at the man. I saw his eyes open wide before I pulled the trigger.

... Oddly enough...

The sight of blood spilling didn’t make me sick anymore.

I ducked behind a corner and took a breath as I heard people stomping and yelling approach me.