Hunted
People gasped in shock when Tristan pushed them off his path, or just weaved around them. They would've been even more affronted if they knew Tristan was using them as a cover from the sniper.
He could feel the sniper's aim at him, flickering like a candlelight. The unknown attacker was trailing Tristan with an almost machine-like precision despite all the obstacles in Tristan's way.
Tristan felt him zeroing on himself even though the people. If Tristan just kept using people as a cover, it was a matter of seconds before he would be shot, regardless.
Sadly, there weren't actual crowds on the street, not this late—even in a tourist area like this. The last stretch to the cover of a street turn Tristan had to travel without cover—all two meters of it.
More than enough to be shot.
Tristan cursed inwardly.