The Bishop Directive: Chapter II

No Safe Place; Part 1

The Bishop Directive

Chapter 2: No Safe Place

Bishop crouched in the shadows of the warehouse district, his eyes darting over the deserted street. He reached down to his holster and drew his SIG Sauer P226. The weight felt reassuring in his hand, but when he checked the magazine, his stomach tightened. One round left.

Damn.

He was out here alone, with enemies closing in, and only a single bullet to his name. Bishop’s mind began working through the possibilities, knowing he’d have to get up close and personal to take out the next threat. He’d have to move fast, hit hard, and leave no room for error.

A sound to his left—quiet, but unmistakable—the subtle crunch of gravel underfoot. Bishop turned, and out of the darkness, a figure emerged, clad in tactical gear, wielding a suppressed HK416. The shooter’s movements were controlled, his rifle coming up smoothly, the barrel tracking directly to Bishop’s chest.