Hired Assasin
You walk over to the table where the two gangsters are sitting. It's not long before two other gangsters come up from behind you. You stop and turn to them.
"Can I help you with something?" you ask them
"Nah, but you can get the hell outta this club before you find your ass buried in the desert" one of them says.
You slowly slide your hand down to your waste band and go for your .357 that you have concealed. but the two thugs already have the jump on you they pull their hands from their pockets and whip out a couple automatic handguns.
They rounds start blazing all around the nightclub. People are yelling and screaming in a panic. You feel several bullets pierce your chest as you fall to the ground. The last thing you remember seeing is a thug witha goutee standing over you looking down at you with a .45 pointed at your face.
"Can I help you with something?" you ask them
"Nah, but you can get the hell outta this club before you find your ass buried in the desert" one of them says.
You slowly slide your hand down to your waste band and go for your .357 that you have concealed. but the two thugs already have the jump on you they pull their hands from their pockets and whip out a couple automatic handguns.
They rounds start blazing all around the nightclub. People are yelling and screaming in a panic. You feel several bullets pierce your chest as you fall to the ground. The last thing you remember seeing is a thug witha goutee standing over you looking down at you with a .45 pointed at your face.
