NaNoWriMo Scraps: Jack Be Nimble
I've always liked rain. Feels like the Heavens washing away your dirty deeds. And I've done some things I'd like to wash my hands of. And I was about to do another.
The old man's light was on when I made it to the apartment complex. Either he had forgotten to turn it off, or he was expecting me. Good. I hate having to shoot a man in the back. The stairs of the old building were narrow and steep. I knew he had to have trouble getting up and down them, given that last time we met, I put a bullet into his kneecap. He gave me a scar across my face in return.
His door was already open. Something was wrong. He may be a doddering old man, but even he wasn't forgetful enough to leave his door open and unlocked. Not in this city. I pulled my gun out and burst through, finding him collapsed across his coffee table with two shots through his chest. Seems someone beat me to it. A note taped to his television gave me a clue as to who. The old man may be a squealer, Jack, but he deserves better than to be offed by you. Good luck with the cops, Mary. Just then, I heard the sirens pulling up outside.
This was going to be a long night.
The old man's light was on when I made it to the apartment complex. Either he had forgotten to turn it off, or he was expecting me. Good. I hate having to shoot a man in the back. The stairs of the old building were narrow and steep. I knew he had to have trouble getting up and down them, given that last time we met, I put a bullet into his kneecap. He gave me a scar across my face in return.
His door was already open. Something was wrong. He may be a doddering old man, but even he wasn't forgetful enough to leave his door open and unlocked. Not in this city. I pulled my gun out and burst through, finding him collapsed across his coffee table with two shots through his chest. Seems someone beat me to it. A note taped to his television gave me a clue as to who. The old man may be a squealer, Jack, but he deserves better than to be offed by you. Good luck with the cops, Mary. Just then, I heard the sirens pulling up outside.
This was going to be a long night.