Sneakily he traced his hand to his waist without arousing suspicion, making sure to maintain eye contact with them. Slowly he reached for it. He could feel it. The Colt '11 was still there, safe and sound.
There was never any intention in using it on anybody but if that was his last bid to escape from the boss, he definitely was going to make good use of it. D*mn you Director Dickson!, he cursed inwardly.
He kept his gaze firmly on the four men standing few feet down, opposite him. And just as he made to grab hold of the gun, he felt a cold metal at the back of his head. His fingers tracing his waist halted as he completely froze. He didn't anyone to tell him what was behind him as he was more than experienced to know it.