THE MAN NAMED JACK GUNTER

THE SENCES

(SAME DAY, SAME AFTER ROBERTO WAS SHOT ON THE LEG)

It was a blistering cold evening which employed the dance of the trees, sending a cool breeze to the center of black street, a place known for all kinds of crime, it was the quarters of the Barracuda, who is also known as the blind assassin.

Barracuda was being visited by someone who everyone thought was dead, someone who Jack made sure he killed, someone who wanted the head of Jack at all cost.

“Barracuda, the blind assassin, you know I still keep wondering how you see without your sight, how you can aim at the head of a man and make a kill without your fucking sight, how you can fight better than everyman in AOC without your sight, how the heck do you do all of that?” A familiar voice was heard, walking into the presence of barracuda who was warming himself with the fire.

“What do you want Antonio?” Barracuda responded, still warming himself.

“See what I mean, you are blind but you know exactly who was speaking, even when I tried to