Air shot our of Jethro lungs when he got push up against the wall. It had seemed that the pursuer had acrobatic skills.
Jethro’s dark eyes had focused on the barrel of the gun was pointing rudely at him. From a quick glance at his pursuer he looked like he could be from Sto. Well, minus the wardrobe. Jethro had never seen that sort of clothing before. It had a funny appearance. Jesters and stand up comedians had worn get up clothes like that on theatre. The rock musicians on his side of the universe would rather be thrown to the space worms wearing a get up like that.
He quickly looked at the gun, “Please don’t” He cringed and he had to look away. He was scared because he had no idea if this man would pull the trigger.