Sergei was crouched amongst the ferns and palm fronds. He aimed an AK-47 at Borodin’s face. Borodin shook his head roughly, no. Sergei nodded. He didn’t show any emotion. The AK-47 screamed to life, and bullets struck the wall beside Borodin’s head with an ear-piercing clatter. Borodin dove forward and scrambled to his feet, right into the line of sight of the two tyrannosaurs.
Bye, dude!
