I didn't move a muscle, waiting until I heard the footsteps recede. Only then did I roll onto my back, feeling the need to cough before dragging my sorry arse back against one of the stone columns. A policemen approached me, covering me with his weapon. Opening my shirt, he lowered his weapon seeing the Kevlar vest I'd worn just for this sort of occasion.

"Still hurts like fuck," I muttered, offering my hand so he could help me up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, thankful he spoke perfect English.

"I will be in a minute. Call it in. Get the fucking army here if required." Taking my phone out,...