| Subject: You don't understand |
Author:
Mike Giordano
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Date Posted: 10/21/09 3:25:56pm
In reply to:
Lyla
's message, "like hell you do!" on 10/21/09 6:52:04am
Mike heard Lyla behind him but continued outside into the bone chilling cold air. The text message was from an old associate, warning him of a hit that was about to be made on Mike. He scanned the area-the smokers had left, but across the street where his car was parked stood two dark figures leaning up against the side of the Camaro. They shouldn't be able to recognize him from this distance, so if he acted quickly enough, he could probably get rid of this pair of amateur bounty hunters. He reached behind him and pulled out his .45, jerking the slide backwards and racking a round into the chamber. He was a good 50 feet away from the car but he was confident that he could hit the men from this distance. He raised the handgun, walking foward while leveling his sights on the men and squeezed off four shots, two at each men.
He ran forward as the men crumpled to the ground, both clearly dead. He skidded to a stop, still holding his pistol in one hand while he searched them, finding two wallets, a switchblade, a handgun, and a crumpled piece of paper in one of the men's back pocket. He pocketed these items, unlocked his car, jumped in, and started the engine-it was definably time to go.
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