here."
Nice.
My hand tightens on the triggers of my guns. I can take him out right here, but that guy behind me is a pro. He WILL ice me if I kill Paul.
So, how are we handling this?
We aren't. That man is going to take you upstairs and throw you off the roof.
The hammer on my murder's gun comes back. So that is how it is?
And if I decide not to?
Paul draws his gun up in line with my head.
Do you think I'm a good shot?
he asks.
Probably,
I admit.
Then you know that I won't miss. You can count on dying either way.
Wonderful.
I glance back. The guy behind me and Paul here are pros in the most complimentary form of the word. I need a way to take out the one behind me so I can get to Paul when he's alone. The mobster's eyes tell me that he won't go down without a serious fight. I won't have long to get at Paul, though. He'll be leaving as soon as I'm out of the room. I have to get to him as soon as possible or I never will.
I guess you have me then.
Flicking my guns around by the triggers, I hand them over one by one over my back to the man behind.
Guess I do,
Paul says with a smirk before picking up a small briefcase. The corners of his mouth jerk up a little more.
Have a nice flight.
The gangster at my rear drags me back by the collar with his gun firmly to the back of my head.
If you make a move then I will kill you,
is all he says as we walk towards the elevator. No sense of humor there it would seem.
We get inside. He pushes the button for the top floor on the panel and leans against the shiny wooden wall, watching me and not for a moment bringing his finger off the trigger.
Can you be brought?
He shakes his head left to right. I see...
I have money,
I continue. I can pay you.
You killed my friend,
he informs me. There's no amount of money that can bring him back.
Fair enough.
You mean that mafia chump? He squealed like a pig as he died. I had to gag him before he let on that I was outside.
I see,
the mobster says calmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little.
You don't, man; you really don't. That guy really sounded just like a pig when I slit his throat. You ever heard a sound like that before?
I make some oink-oink and gurgling noises. That gets my friend here really angry. Just a little more, I decide. However, before I can speak the doors
