Story Pt 01
‘Stop’ he said as he slowly climbed down from the desk.
The owner of the gun had it pointed confidently towards a large man standing in the doorway, hand around the corner to a key cupboard. The man had the intention of taking the key to a vehicle. The gunman slowly walked towards the fat man, one foot overlapping the other in a smooth style that showed he had training, military, police, who knew.
‘What do you want this key for?’ he asked
‘I need to get to the next town, I have permission’ the fat man replied
‘Bullshit. From who?’
‘Your boss , who else. What, you think that you run this place?’
The gunman held the weapon steady, the fat man didn’t move a muscle. ‘Slowly move your arm away from the key, turn around and face the exit’ the gunman kept the weapon trained on the fat man, he seemed quite calm for a person who had a gun pointed at him. ‘This man has been through this before’ he thought. He reached down to a nearby telephone and hit a sequence of numbers.
