The cold steel of the muzzle pressed deep into the back of his head as he knelt, hands up.

“You do understand how guns work; don’t you? You don’t have to push the bullet through my head manually. It’s kind of the whole point to using a gun.â€?

“You funny guy George.â€? A portly man in his late forties stood from the desk and walked over to the sarcastic idiot with a circular indent forming in his skull. “Now tell me what you were doing in my office, before I have Vlad here prove he knows how guns work.â€?

“I told you.â€? George replied in exasperation, “I had to take a piss.â€? Looking up at the fat man with a smirk, “the smell coming from this room made me think I had the right place.â€?

Vlad pulled the gun up and was about to strike George when a bullet pierced through his back. Another “poofâ€? sound and the fat man clutched his bleeding chest, falling to his knees before keeling over.

“What? Didn’t think I could handle this alone?â€? George stood quickly and knocked Vlad into the wall, pulling the gun from his hand.