Then once the smoke had cleared, he looked across and uttered a scream of anger. His enemy hadn’t been hit. Instead he was running away from where the shots had been fired. How had he missed? He began to think that this was a sign that he was not supposed to kill this man but he had an assignment and he wouldn’t ruin his reputation because of one lousy shot. The man was far gone by now but he was determined to find him. A while later, the man found his target once again but what he didn’t notice was what he had in his hand… The target wasn’t dumb he knew he needed to protect himself in anyway necessary but he wasn’t a killer. He took the whiskey flask from his pocket and he drank it till it was completely empty. He would need the liquid courage
