Can it be that it was all so simple then?
"Watch it asshole!" the first one yells as you stumble past her out the door. The blond in the back flips you the bird as they parade into the shop.
Random witness executions are not your style, but neither is jail and they both got a good look at you. You scan the street for other onlookers but fortunately the coast is clear. You turn and head back into the restaurant behind them.
Just as you're walking through the front door you see two goons in black suits running out of the back. They stop short nearly, stumbling over each other before raising their .45's. The blonds let out a simultaneous scream as the bullets start to fly. The poor girls never had a chance. They carve the first one up in seconds as you grab the second by the hair and back quickly out the door. Shes not much protection though, the bleed through catches you side and chest. You back out the door and dip around the corner, leaving her lifeless body in the door way. You draw the .45 and take two steps back, waiting for the goons to break the threshold.
You can hear your blood pumping in your ears and you struggle to control your breathing so you don't bleed out too quickly. You head is swimming from the adrenaline dump and the pain. You legs feel shaky underneath as you wait in near silence. The seconds that pass drag on as you wait to pounce, but the goons are not fools, they're not going to come barreling out the front.
More eternal seconds pass before you hear three gun shots from the back of the carry-out and the engine of a car crank. Johnny's tinted black BMW comes careening around the corner toward you, back tires struggling to maintain traction on the wet pavement. The headlights fill your vision.
Random witness executions are not your style, but neither is jail and they both got a good look at you. You scan the street for other onlookers but fortunately the coast is clear. You turn and head back into the restaurant behind them.
Just as you're walking through the front door you see two goons in black suits running out of the back. They stop short nearly, stumbling over each other before raising their .45's. The blonds let out a simultaneous scream as the bullets start to fly. The poor girls never had a chance. They carve the first one up in seconds as you grab the second by the hair and back quickly out the door. Shes not much protection though, the bleed through catches you side and chest. You back out the door and dip around the corner, leaving her lifeless body in the door way. You draw the .45 and take two steps back, waiting for the goons to break the threshold.
You can hear your blood pumping in your ears and you struggle to control your breathing so you don't bleed out too quickly. You head is swimming from the adrenaline dump and the pain. You legs feel shaky underneath as you wait in near silence. The seconds that pass drag on as you wait to pounce, but the goons are not fools, they're not going to come barreling out the front.
More eternal seconds pass before you hear three gun shots from the back of the carry-out and the engine of a car crank. Johnny's tinted black BMW comes careening around the corner toward you, back tires struggling to maintain traction on the wet pavement. The headlights fill your vision.