Someone had gotten the drop on him. That didn't happen often and when it did it really pissed him off. His arms had been folding, and he had two guns concealed on him, not to mention the blade that was now in his hand. All it would take is turning and throwing it, then whoever it was would be nothing but a memory. He was just about to do exactly that.
Until he heard that voice, the one that had been haunting his dreams for the past six years. Fuck! Oh yeah, this was not going to go down pretty at all. Nothing said that once she knew it was him she still wouldn't shoot his ass down. Actually, he was pretty sure she'd fire at least one round at him. He was amused though and did as she said, for now.
Rick lifted his arms up, let the knife in his hand clatter to the ground, hitting the tombstone on the way down, palms up. He kept his back to her, no need to give her any reason to open fire before he got her closer.