“Well?” Andy demanded. “What you gonna give me for this Mr Lee.”

“Honestly, I’d probably say about $15, maybe $25 if I were drunk. To the untrained eye I can see why it might look pretty but it’s obviously machine made and fairly recently too.”

“What! No, that’s nonsense, you’re playing us! Pay us what it’s worth right now!”

“Calm down Andy.” Jim called from across the room. “You had no idea how much that ring was worth, I told you, you ain’t no expert.”

“Listen to your friend, he speaks wisdom. Here, I’ll give you $25 for it.”

“I’ll take EVERYTHING .” Andy shouted, pulling out his gun, he aimed it at the Shop owner who swiftly ducked behind the counter. Suddenly metal grates dropped, covering all the counters, Jim turned to leave but the door was hidden behind a wall of iron.

“Oh, good one Andy, now look what you’ve done.” Jim muttered angrily.

“Shut up Jim.” Andy turned the gun on his friend and shot and shot and shot. By the time he’d run out of bullets he could hear the sirens getting closer.