What the hell was this! This wasn’t right, he should have been on his way home right this minute, he should be with Lisa.. ahhh dammit, she was going to be so pissed.. she was cooking his favorite, meatloaf, full of bell peppers.
Thinking about the meatloaf made him realize blood was pouring from his belly, the next shot hit him in the upper chest.. stupid son-of-a-bitch, why didn’t he just shoot him in the head. His shots caused pain, yes it did, not enough to make him lose his grip on the 357.
The man looked surprised when the bullet hit him, the second, he handled with style.
Crumbling to the floor, life ebbed from both.. what had he done, all of his jobs were perfect, he exhaled and blood sprayed from his lips. The last job, nothing wrong, except, he had left one person alive. It had been an infant for crying out loud! He hated this job, if he had been faster, changed his occupation.. too late now. His head fell back he focussed on the ceiling, one thing, the bastard went with him.. job complete!