Chapter 16
by 
Primal356
What do you?
You drop the fucker
“Nope,” you say, and shoot five bullets in his head. To your surprise: You don’t feel a thing. It is merely an act that you happened to carry out in the day.
“That was kinda cruel,” Elena comments.
“Yepp,” you shrug, and sit down in the pilot’s chair.
What's next?
