But THEY get to your first
⤓ But They get to you first byMitch Rotch Welks+Libbie Fog
- This is exciting. They like your penis! You don't even know who "they" are other then the claim they are with the government. But ten thousand bucks sounds grand, sounds ten grand even. You see a green Mazaradi pull into your drive. You watch with interest as the driver door opens and a hulking east Indian man steps out in a tacky but expensive suit. Something about this man has you feeling paranoid instantly. He seems somehow like he is putting up a front. He knocks and you answer but leaving the door chain attached.
"Hey you, I'm here to pick you up for your mission", The man says, "May I come in". You reluctantly unlatch the door. He steps in with a cobra skin briefcase in his hand that you did not notice earlier. You bid him to sit down in the guest easy chair while you fetch a couple beers. He does so, opening the can as you go into the kitchen. You feel like this man is not to be trusted. You grab a couple beers but you also grab the .22 handgun derringer you keep in the bread box. It only holds two rounds that both fire with the trigger is pulled, it fits into your hand, you can close your hand around it concealing the tiny firearm.
When you walk back into the living room the East Indian man is standing with a gun in his hand. The man has a silencer. The suitcase is open to reveal torture devices. "Give me that beer and sit down over there". He orders. You walk over and hand him the beer while he keeps his gun trained on you. But you hand the derringer in your hand and you fire it into his face. The bullets have enough power to punch through the skull but not enought to leave through the other side and they bounce around into his brain like pinballs. The man falls dead.
