Shachi

In and out. It's that easy. But even as you tell yourself this your hands tremble. You've never killed someone before.. but you needed the money. You've been homeless almost a year now, and being offered ten thousand dollars to kill a guy? Who would pass that up? You were supplied a simple glock with six rounds in it, given a destination, a photo, and a description. Now here you are, laying under a dumpster, trembling as you aimed the guy to the guys back. He stood maybe ten feet from you. Two guys on either side of him and one guy in front of him, a drug deal no doubt. Just pull the trigger.. you close your eyes. BAM Your heart stops as the bullet is fired..... than your face goes pale... you missed..... The guy he was talking to runs, startled. The man and his two companion yell something and take cover, weapons drawn. You tremble, terrified as the man glances over the top of his hiding spot, his eyes drawn to the shuffling under the dumpster. Three shots are fired maybe a foot from where you lay. You yelp, scrambling out from your hiding spot to sit on the far end, panting. You don't hear the footsteps until he's standing in front of you. BAM You're hit in the head with his gun, momentarily knocked out. You wake up, bound on a cold concrete floor in a basement. You whimper, tugging at the restraints. "Good morning sleepy head.mm" A rich, deep voice muses, kicking off a wall he walks over. A kick to the stomach makes you cry out. Several more kicks to various parts of your body as he yells, "who do you work for?" Punches. Kicks. Your a sobbing, bleeding mess..