Aaron stood face-to-face with Bishop, the two men locked in a battle of wills. The noise of the factory faded, the gunfire quieting as the tension between them became unbearable. This was it—the final clash.
Bishop raised an eyebrow. "You think you're better than me? You think you can just walk in here and take it all away from me?"
Aaron's voice was cold, his words sharp. "I'm not taking anything from you. I'm ending it."
Without another word, Aaron pulled the trigger, the shot ringing out, echoing in the factory like a death knell.