Friends, I've gathered you all here today to play a little game. Something a little light-hearted rather than the usual hustle we go through every day. It's going to be a finish-the-story, with a person stating what happens next in the story. I'll start it off.

KJ clears his throat, thinks for a minute, and starts off the story.

"Please," Don said quietly, "You don't have to do this. I'll give you the money soon; just give me some time."

KJ steps back, waiting for someone else to step up from the group.

"Sorry Don, Pop's orders. Say hi to Jack for me," croaked Tim as he pulled the trigger.

Don's body fell limply to the floor, as Tim wiped the blood from his gun. His work was only beginning for the night.

As Tim walked out of the building, two men came out a car obviously heading towards Tim's direction. 

bullets ripped past the marble pillar, Tim was hiding behind. he looked into the Magazine of his .38' snub nose, and counted 5 bullets..

Tim exclaimed

"Aww shit, these must be Don's boys.."

Tim frantically looked back towards the building.. but KJ was no where to be found.

Could this have been a ruse?

With bullets flying past Tim's head he redirected his attention back on the task at hand, and began firing on the two armed men heading his direction. Tim's aim was true as he fired, and struck one of the assailants in the neck with his .38. As the man laid out on the ground gargling on his own blood his buddy ducked behind the car, and began firing back at Tim. After an exchange of a few shots between the two Tim landed a lucky shot wounding the hoodlum in the foot as he was reloading his pistol causing him to drop the gun a few feet away. Slowly walking up to the injured guy screaming out in pain Tim began to wonder whether he should let him live, or to make him suffer an agonizing death as his accomplice did. Raising his gun up to aim at the man's head as he plead for his life, Tim mumbled ...

"Good Night," before unloading his last round on him. Tim holstered his gun before searching both corpses for any clues on whom sent them there. Tim got lucky on the first corpse, finding a note saying :

Take out Tim after he's done with Don. Make it quiet.

- Pops

Walking down the street with fresh images of bullet riddled bodies on mind.

I couldn't imagine why the family would betray me this way, all along was i

just another pawn? and expendable foot soldier?.

All these thoughts were expelled from my mind.. Tim continued down the dimly

lit street, stopping only to light a cigarillo. He was headed towards the phone banks,

to get in touch with..