It all happened in a expeditious amount of time. The deafening sound of the bullet, ripping through the air then the compact of the silver object against something dense. Time must if slowed because I was soon falling to the cold cement with a tightening sensation forming on my left side. Daniel, my partner, was yelling- awfully loud if I so myself. Even with the screamingly high whistling in my ears, His voice managed above it all. His hands were immediately at my side, tearing open my shirt, my poor Cesare Attolini. But, right as my more than life, expensive shirt was torn. A sound of ultimate relief sounded from Daniels throat. The bullet had nearly pierced through my mandatory vest, a little to the left and hell, I would’ve been pissed.