Two Men - A Little Drabble Do ya! (a day late) - 13 July

[jantojones]

 Two men, one American and one Russian, each sprinted around a corner into a corridor and stopped.  They faced one other, though stood a little way apart.

 

Two smiles of recognition appeared on their faces, which quickly faded as both men raised their weapons and aimed in the direction of the other.

 

Two fingers quickly squeezed the triggers and fired their bullets.

 

Two agents felt the projectiles fly past their heads and they each turned to see an enemy fall behind them.

 

Two friends smiled once again.  Each knowing he could rely on the other to protect him when needed.