A dead body in a bed, AND you're hung over!
You leave without another word.
You hop in your vehicle and drive away. Still not understanding why they want you to do their dirty work for them. You're unwary of the cost of declining the mission, you're also unwary of what could possibly be following you, or even high atop a building waiting for their chance to pull the trigger.
You park outside of the motel and enter to your room. Slowly opening the door, you have already noticed it's been broken in. You step inside slowly, your hangover is banging consistently at your head at the moment, all you want to do is just lay in your bed and forget the contents of today. You fully expected to see a woman dead on your bed, but now it is cleared, to be replaced by a man in a dark suit, leather soled shoes, greying hair and a revolver in his hand, which has been fixed with a silencer. He points the weapon towards you and you instantly raise your hands and back away. He motions you to stop before he fires. He raises himself from the bed, then reaches into his pocket, and retrieves a small object. A syringe, he shoots you straight in the leg before you even get the chance to move, then he sticks the syring into your arm, swiftly and expertly, everything suddenly becomes a daze, you stumble about frantically, gripping onto the walls for support, your heart is racing, and you feel like your body is going on overload, you feel massive pain in your chest and stomach, you can't breath, the oxygen teases you with haste, you gasp bits and pieces of air, wheezing, but it's still not enough, your throat hurts. The last thing you see is leather soled shoes.
You hop in your vehicle and drive away. Still not understanding why they want you to do their dirty work for them. You're unwary of the cost of declining the mission, you're also unwary of what could possibly be following you, or even high atop a building waiting for their chance to pull the trigger.
You park outside of the motel and enter to your room. Slowly opening the door, you have already noticed it's been broken in. You step inside slowly, your hangover is banging consistently at your head at the moment, all you want to do is just lay in your bed and forget the contents of today. You fully expected to see a woman dead on your bed, but now it is cleared, to be replaced by a man in a dark suit, leather soled shoes, greying hair and a revolver in his hand, which has been fixed with a silencer. He points the weapon towards you and you instantly raise your hands and back away. He motions you to stop before he fires. He raises himself from the bed, then reaches into his pocket, and retrieves a small object. A syringe, he shoots you straight in the leg before you even get the chance to move, then he sticks the syring into your arm, swiftly and expertly, everything suddenly becomes a daze, you stumble about frantically, gripping onto the walls for support, your heart is racing, and you feel like your body is going on overload, you feel massive pain in your chest and stomach, you can't breath, the oxygen teases you with haste, you gasp bits and pieces of air, wheezing, but it's still not enough, your throat hurts. The last thing you see is leather soled shoes.
