Rhade's pistol flicked up towards Ian's head at the sight of the pistol. pressing a button below the table, his eyes never leaving his pistol sights. He signaled for a guard. The guard arrived, heavily armed and quickly disarmed Ian, throwing him to the ground.
"So." Rhade Snarled. "You thought you'd be smart, Da? Think you could get the drop on me? Think I've lived this long without knowing an assassin when I see one?"
Rhade took aim at Ian's head, while it remained pinned by the guards foot.
