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railing and opened fire. He was met with fire from them as well, and bullets burst through the drywall and missed him by inches. His finger was held firmly on the trigger as he let the bullets twist and turn through the downstairs foyer, and he heard sounds of screams and groans through the rapid fire.
    Miles loosened his grip from the trigger and waited. And then, footsteps. He pressed the trigger again, aiming blindly for the staircase until he realized he was out of ammunition. Quickly dropping the rifle to the ground floor he reached for his pistol and grabbed it from its holster. Spinning into position, he met the man as he reached the top of the staircase with a bullet to the neck. The man gripped down on the trigger of his machine gun as he fell backwards and bullets flew past Miles until he fell through the broken railing and onto the ground floor.
    He landed with a thud and most likely a broken rib, but was onto his feet in a matter of seconds; quickly enough to escape a gunshot from a surviving guard. He leaped into the air and sent himself spiraling into the den where he landed on carpeted floor and barricaded himself inside the room by locking the door. Then he stood to his feet and aimed the pistol towards the door. He himself stood out of view from the door to prevent himself from bullets that would no doubt burst through it.
    They did, and fast.
    The door within a matter of seconds was hardly there anymore. It was covered with bullet holes and Miles quickly began to panic before bursting out the window of the den and landing on the shards of glass that covered the front porch. A man came out of the front door and aimed a rifle at Miles but wasn’t fast enough, Miles shot him through the stomach and then rolled off the porch and into the shrubbery.
    It was a trap, alright. Gulliver hadn’t even been in the house.
    But where ?
    He ran to his car, miraculously uninjured, and drove quickly through the night. As he made his way down Sunset Boulevard toward the Palisades, he phoned Alexandra. She answered on the fourth ring, “Baby?”
    “Yeah, are you okay?” He asked.
    “Yeah, what’s wrong?”
    Miles tried to hide the panic in his voice but had a hard time doing so. He continually checked his rear view mirror to see if he was being followed, but it seemed like the coast was clear. Besides, it was almost impossible to tell if you were being followed in Los Angeles due to the high traffic. And if he was being followed, it would be easy to lose them. It’s hard to keep track of cars in a city so dense with them.
    “I’m looking for Jones, honey, the man who ordered my head on a platter. I want you to make sure the doors are locked in your apartment and stay away from windows. I don’t think they’ll come after you, and besides I doubt they’d know how to find you. For all they know, you’d be at home in Malibu. Jesus, I’m so glad you still had a couple months left on that lease…”
    “Baby, I miss you, and I’m scared.”
    “Honey, trust me… You’ll be alright.”
    “I’m scared for you .”
    “Don’t be, I’ve had to deal with this kind of thing before,” he lied.
    “Are you sure you’ll be okay? Where are you?”
    Miles hesitated for a moment. He hesitated because of one reason – the sound of his wife’s voice. It was trembling. She was scared for herself, and for good reason. There was someone in the apartment with her, someone ordering her to find out where he was. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, but he knew he’d be coming there to rescue her.
    “I’m on Hollywood Boulevard,” he lied again, “Looking for Jones. I’m going to turn around and head to his house in the Palisades.”
    Miles hoped this lie would be delivered to the men. He wondered how many were there. He hoped his lie would make some of them thin out and take off toward Gulliver’s Palisades home, but he couldn’t count on it.
    “Honey? I love you,” he said.
    He hung up the phone