My Finished Part
He turns, seeing two figurative shadows in the darkest corner of his room. A man dressed in black held a gun, pointed at him and ready to shoot. Anger evident in the man's face was clear as day.
Only it was night.
Beside him was a lady with a devil red dress and six inch stilettos. Her hair fell down her back in cute curls. They stealthily walked up to the man tied up in the chair. Like predator like prey.
"Did you steal it from us?" the lady said in a British tone.
The man just shook his head, hanging it in shame. The lady smacked him in the back of his head. "Stop lying you fool!!!" She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. He's really terrified.
"I'm gonna ask you again. Did you take the money, David!!!?"
"No." he whispered. "What, I can't hear you." she said in patiently. "No!" he yelled at her. " Richard..., kill the boy." she finalized, dropping his chin. Walking away, she stood in the corner.
She watched as the man in the black suit pulled the trigger.
All of a sudden, an ear bursting gunshot rang throughout the small room. Within seconds, the man, David was dead. These two agents were sent to find the criminal who took money from a local bank.
The task was nearly impossible, yet they did it, with pride.
Now they hoped that things can stay the same for a while. They knew that their job was done, for now at least.