Death Before Dishonor 2 Pistols Zip -

The zip-ties made aiming impossible. So he didn’t aim.

The rain had stopped. The ravine was quiet except for trickling water and the buzz of flies already gathering. Kael’s body lay twisted among broken pallets and trash. His eyes were open. Glassy.

“You’re dead,” Lobo whispered.

The sound was still almost polite.

The rain over Matamoros washed nothing clean. It just made the blood run farther.

“Death before dishonor,” Kael said. “But I’m not dead. So I guess you’re the one who lost honor.”

Zip.

Toward the second pistol.

Kael dragged himself through glass and runoff. His forehead left a red smear on the rocks. His fingers found the pistol’s grip.

Zip.

Lobo laughed. “You kids and your codes.”

“No.” Kael’s voice was gravel and fever. “I just chose.”

Lobo’s smile didn’t waver. He pulled out a second pistol—a compact .22 with a suppressor already threaded on. “Then you die knowing something true. Shame you won’t tell anyone.” Death Before Dishonor 2 Pistols Zip

Not toward the road. Not toward help.