Monday, March 25, 2019

Blog #8 - Mirror

The double doors on the back of the van popped open, and like the movies, smoke poured out from within, gracefully descending down onto the crushed storefront and disappear into the wind.
Of course, Leit was unable to witness any of this as he was still blinded, and Just, who was inside the van, could care less about it.
Just exited the van and walked up to Leit who was laying on the ground defencelessly. He held up Leit by the hair and forcefully lifted his head up so as to be face to face with him.

"Yo! Long time no see, Meritz, told you it wouldn't be pretty after all the trouble you have caused to me. Guess life ain't gonna be easy eh? You want a medal or something? Thanks to you the Organisation has lost out on so many jobs that only you could do."

"What do you want, Just?" Leit was still blinded, but years of experience has made him indifferent to most physical maluses.

"I want you to return to the Organisation and actually do your job."

"I am never going back into that wicked profession again.  You'd have to kill me before I carry out another job."

"You know how it is with this line of profession, Meritz, once you enter, there is no leaving it."

"And here I was starting a new life, living comfortably..."

"And here you are in front of me."

"Huuuuh... Do I really have no other choice?"

"Unfortunately, yeah, the Organisation demands you back. Keep in mind, had you not been so good at what you do, the moment you mentioned 'retiring' is the moment you get killed. So in a sense, it is a miracle you are still alive..."

Before Just was ready to finish his sentence, with lightning haste, Leit drew his handgun
But Just had mirrored his action and he too was pointing a gun in Leit's face.

"Got me once, it's on you. Got me twice, it's on me."

Leit had no choice. His finger is on the trigger, and he knew the only way he was going to get his new found freedom back was to fire the gun.

So he made a choice.



BANG



He shot Just's right hand, forcing Just to drop his gun in pain.

"AhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

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