A bad winter storm threatens the flight

All the experts caution you not to fly, warning that you'll never make it. The snow is falling in solid blankets. You prepare to send it out anyway, as a corporate baron slipped you five grand under the table to let the flight go. He has to be to in Cuba and his dope connection in a hurry and he is not going to let a severe winter storm stop that. So you take his money... and then cancel the flight after being forced into it by the FAA.

Three weeks later, late at night, while you're trying to sleep off all the day's drinking, a paid-man breaks into your home and unloads a clip into your torso. You live on for seven hours, alone, with no help to come, before giving out.


The End.