Preface

Vincent peered around the trunk of the tree. He pulled his head back quickly as he saw the gunman aim at him from behind the bush. The shot chipped bark off the tree, and he swore silently.

He, Paul and Leigh, were hemmed in by the Brigands. Vincent was still wondering how they had ended up in this predicament.

[WARNING: - Grammarly was used as part of the editing process and it has not yet been edited by my Ed.]

Notes and Disclaimer:

If you find any of my assumptions fabricated, I would like to remind you this is a fictitious story and I have probably taken liberties with reality as you know of it.

If you find spelling, grammatical or homophone errors, they are not the fault of any editors who may have tried to edit my work. However, I do have a tendency to ‘add things’ during my re-reads. I am mildly dyslexic and sometimes miss the obvious. If the errors offend you, you are welcome to email me to point them out, and I shall try to fix them at a later date.