Wane is sitting in his dull white cubicle staring at his blank computer screen. The lights flicker behind him which break his trance.
I hate this job, my entire family has forgotten …show more content…
“Who is this?” even though I know very well who it is.
“ You have 5 days Wane.” That's all I hear
“It's so nice to hear from you Tony.” He stops, confused to see I know who's calling.
“How do you know my name!” He yells into the phone with a sharp voice. I don't respond to his question. “I see you found the note I left you.”
“What's going!” He asks confused yet enraged.
“Tag… you're it.” I say hanging up the phone in a menacing way just to get in his head one last time before I come face to face with him. I hear a knock at my door. I grab my hand gun and duck behind the bed. I say “Who is it.” no one answers me but the door opens. My heart has dropped could it be him.
“Room service”
I jump up in surprise tucking my handgun in my belt to see a old frail mexican lady standing in my door way with a vacuum. I think to myself why the fuck would she just waltz in here, isn't she supposed to say room service before she comes in. “Come back later.” I reply …show more content…
Another hole was created in the front of me.
He must be shooting a gun with a silencer. s*** s*** s*** what the f*** do I do now!
I peeked my head out from the pillar I couldn't see him I had no choice but to run. He was closing in on me and I had to go through the kitchen as a bunch of Mexicans were yelling at me. He couldn't see me, I darted out the back door I ran down the alley. My adrenaline pumping as I near the end of the alley. And hurd something whip by me tearing the side of my shirt. Im going to the big metal dumpster, as I chambered round I popped out a bit. I shot twice at him a loud bang bang sound shut out of the bullet at the end of the barrel.
F*** everyone around is going to hear that, yet this guy had a God damn silencer so he doesn't need to worry about that. I need to get the f*** out of here before the cops show