Sunday Crime Trilogy - Part One - No Choices

You wake up in the morning to the most wonderful feeling. You moan, and then you look down your body to see there is a beautiful young woman between your legs sucking your hard cock. She is blonde, and her hair is draped around the shaft, such that you can just see her lips as they descend down your length with each stroke.

You spread your legs and she continues to suck your cock. She grabs it in her hand and then begins licking the underside, her mouth trailing down to your balls. She begins licking your balls, taking each of them in her mouth as she jerks on your hard cock. 

She looks up at you and smiles, and you grab her by the hair and push her mouth down back onto your cock. You thrust your cock deep into her mouth, making her eyes bulge as she feels the head push deep inside. 

You pull her up your body, sliding her lithe form up to your chest. You then flip her onto her back. You look down at her and jerk your cock slowly as she spreads her legs wide for her.

"Looks like you're going to fill me with cock as a morning gift," she says to you with a smile.

"You know it, babe," you respond as you begin to press the head of your cock against her wet pussy. You slowly push inside, sliding forward until you hit bottom with a grunt. 

You begin to fuck her, thrusting back and forth in her tight pussy. She wraps her legs around your back, pulling you tighter inside of her. You feel her fingernails digging into your back as you fuck her, and she moans into your ear. 

"Fuck, yes, fuck me babe," she says to you.

You continue to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, her breasts shaking as you fill her with your cock.

You pull out of her wet pussy and flip her over onto her stomach. "Get on your hands and knees, babe," you tell her, and she immediately complies. You look to the right and see yourself in the mirror as you press your hard cock up against her tight pussy.

"Do you want my cock, baby?" you ask her.

"Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me!" she responds.

You thrust your cock back inside of her with one hard movement, filling her up and sending her lurching forward, her face pushing down into the pillow in front of her. You grab her hips and begin to fuck her, watching in the mirror as her body shakes with your violent thrusts. 

She moans loudly as you fuck her. "Ohhh... fuck... fuck... fuck me... fuck baby... fuck." She reaches down and begins rubbing her clit as you fill her pussy with your cock. 

You pull of her pussy and flip her onto her back. You mount her chest and push your cock back into her mouth before she can even protest, filling her mouth with your pussy-juice covered shaft. You hold onto the back of her hair and begin fucking her face, thrusting your cock deep into her mouth with every movement.

You can feel your cum building in your balls as you face-fuck her, her tongue rubbing along the underside of your shaft. You grunt, and tell her, "I'm going to fucking cum, babe."

You thrust deep into her mouth one more time and then you begin to cum, jizz spraying from your cock and filling her mouth. You hold onto the base of your cock and moan as you feel the cum flow out and flood her mouth. Some drips out from her lips, rolling down her face.

As your orgasm subsides she swallows. You let your cock slowly out of her mouth, and she looks up at you and opens wide. "Swallowed like a good girl, didn't you?" you say to her. 

She smiles. "Of course baby. Don't I always?"

You look at at the clock. 6:42AM. She fucking woke you early today. You look down at her. "Big day today, eh?" 

"Of course," she responds with a giggle. 

You roll out of bed and stand up. You grab some boxers from the dresser and pull them on. You look back at her, "Time to get dressed, Denise. Thanks for waking me up." 

She looks back at you and smiles. "I know your alarm was set anyways, but I figured this would be a better wakeup."

You grin at her. "Never know when it's going to be your last chance to get fucked in this business, eh?" 

She grimaces. Perhaps it wasn't necessary to remind her of the risk that the two of you could die today. You continue to get dressed, sitting down to pull on your combat boots.

"Time to get dressed, babe."

She pulls on combat clothes: black pants, then black shirt, followed by a black combat tunic. She ties her hair up behind her in a bun, and then pulls on a black baseball cap, tucking her blonde hair up. 

She turns to look at you and smiles. "You look fucking beautiful, babe." 

"Can't understand why I'm with you then, you ugly fuck," she responds. You laugh and then stand and walk out the door and down the stairs of your loft and onto the floor of the warehouse.  Three men are standing on the warehouse floor below, preparing weapons and equipment. 

The three men look up at you as you emerge from your loft and walk down the stairs. They are tough looking men, and you greet each of them in turn. 

"Good morning Dave," you say to the first guy, a tall blonde man loading ammunition into clip for an AR-10. 

"Good morning Nadir," you say to a big brown guy who is checking his body armour.

"Good morning James," you say to a short white guy with dark scars on his face. He just looks at you in disgust. "Still fucking that bitch eh?" 

Denise gives him an evil look, but she walks over to the gun-rack and grabs her AR-15 from the rack.

"Alright," you begin. "Let's talk through this one more time. As you know, it's a smash and grab, with only a couple of twists. 

We take the two vehicles to the corner of Dunsmuir and Burrard and leave one at the corner. Denise and Nadir get out of the vehicle, with their weapons in the bag, and enter the Bank of Montreal. From there, the others head to our primary target, which is of course the bank where the money transfer is taking place."

You finish up going over the plan, outlining what each individual will be doing at each time, including where you will be linking up after the job and going over the evacuation methods. It's not exactly situation, mission, execution, service and support, and command and signals, but it covers pretty much every part of a standard NATO operation order. 

Of course, you have rehearsed this for weeks in advance, and so all of this is just confirmation.

You look up from the plans on the mapboard and look around the table. "Questions?"

Everyone shakes their head. None. 

You pull Denise aside and pull her into a backroom. "Look, I know you have said all along that you wanted to be involved in this. But I just wanted to tell you again that you do not need to participate. I do not want to see you get hurt..."

She looks at you. "We've had this fucking discussion before. I'm fucking going, and that's it. Do you think I'm just a little bitch who can't make decisions for herself? I'm fucking going, so let's fucking you. Don't be a fucking pussy and try to get out of this now. We're going to fucking do it."

She looks at you fiercely as she speaks.

You hit Denise in the face, knocking her onto her back. You grab her, before she can react, and hold your hand over her mouth. Pulling zap-straps from your belt, you wrap them around her wrists, and then bind her legs. You shove a gag into her mouth.

"I fucking love you, babe, and I'm not going to let you die today. I'll see you in a few hours." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, but you step out of the room and close the door behind you. 

You walk out of the room and shout, "Mount the fuck up, boys." The guys look at you, seeing Denise not behind you, and they all nod. Nadir gets into the first vehicle, and the rest of you get into the second. 

You pull out of the warehouse and depart. You stay in convoy as you travel through the streets of the city. The city is empty at this time of day on a Sunday morning, and the streets are relatively bare. 

You pull up beside the Bank of Montreal and Nadir drives the car up close to the curb and gets out. He's wearing a black trenchcoat over his body armour and carries a black bag into the bank. 

You pull up into an alley behind the other institution. You watch your clock, knowing that right at 8:20AM the drug lords' personnel will show up in the bank to begin making their withdrawal. At that point, Nadir will begin shooting up the BMO. 

At 8:19AM, you get out of the vehicle and move slowly to the front of the building, watching as the drug lords' cronies enter the building.

You wait for them to enter the bank and then follow them up the steps. You get some dirty looks from their two guards, who are standing outside a van at the bottom of the steps, but you ignore them. They are Asian, and they look you in the eyes as you walk by them. They will remember your faces, but you will remember theirs. You know that you are being watched by at least four other people who will be positioned in the area to watch the transfer take place. 

You walk into the bank, your weapons concealed beneath your jackets. Security is lax, and the four gang members are discussing the withdrawal with the bank manager, who is preparing a trolley with the cash. 

James takes a seat by the door near the reception area. You and Dave ask if you can speak to the Manager about opening a commercial account. The receptionist directs you to take a seat near the transfer area while the Manager is busy. The two of you sit, and you look at the gang members who are nervously watching the cash transfer take place. 

You recognize one of them, an Asian male who is in his 20's. You actually went to university with him. He gives you a nod, and you nod back. Bank staff continue to come out with black bags full of cash, and you count the bags. At four, it is time to go. 

The two of you stand, and your Asian classmate in the eyes as you pull your weapons from under your coats. You have planed that you will take the ones on the left, and Dave will take the ones on the right. The guy from your class is on the left, and you look him in the eyes as your AR-10 emerges from under your coat. He goes for his weapon in his suit jacket, but you have already fired. 

The first bullets tear into his chest, and he drops to the floor. You train your weapon on the man to his right, and three rounds spit from your barrel, catching him in the stomach and the chest, sending him to the ground. It's over in an instant, and then everyone in the bank is screaming. James is behind a desk, his weapon trained at the front of the bank. 

You and Dave go for the bags, each of you slinging your weapons and throwing the bags over your backs. The Asian guy looks up at you, blood bubbling from his lips and tries to speak. You pull your sidearm and shoot him in the face. The two of you vault over the teller's counter and head for the back door. 

As you look back, the two guards burst into the back, brought on by the gunfire. James opens fire immediately, cutting them down in a hail of gunfire. "Let's fucking go!" you shout to him, and he begins following the two of you.

You and Dave burst out of the back and of the bank. You hear gunfire behind you as you rush into the van. You jump into the passenger seat. You haven't seen James come out of the bank yet.

"Let's fucking go," Dave yells at you, revving the engine. 

"We fucking wait. No one gets fucking left behind in this," you respond to him. He looks angry, but he sits there, his foot waiting on the pedal.

A few moments later James bursts out of the back of the building, blood pouring from a wound in his leg. He lurches towards you, his leg trailing behind him.

You get out of the van and cover the rear exit of the bank. James is halfway to the van when a gangster bursts from the rear of the bank, a pistol in hand. He turns to James, but stops as he sees you standing there, your weapon trained on him. 

The look in his eyes is priceless as he moves back towards the door. Your first round catches him in the side of the head, his neck seeming to snap as the round enters his skull. You continue to fire at the door to deter anyone else from existing as James makes his way to the van. He jumps into the back. You enter the passenger side again, and Dave begins speeding forward and out of the alley. You don't anticipate any cops given the distraction Nadir should have given you at the BMO. 

"To the meeting point with Nadir," you tell Dave.

"Are you fucking shitting me?" he responds. "That was a fucking suicide mission. There's no fucking way he made it out of that fucking bank without heat on him."

"Do I look like I'm fucking kidding? We don't fucking leave people behind, now head for the fucking meeting point," you shout.

Dave looks at you angrily, but he begins driving towards the meeting point in Gastown, rather than back towards the warehouse.

You look into the backseat. "You gotta take me to a fucking doctor," James said, gasping. He has blood pouring from his leg, and he's trying to cover the wound. "I think they hit a fucking artery or something. You gotta take me to a fucking doctor."

You grimace. "No doctor, man. We gotta pick-up Nadir from the meeting point. Once we get back Denise can patch you up." 

"I'm not going to fucking make it though!" 

Seems like they both want to bail on Nadir.

"Alright, fucking fine," you concede. Sometimes it is not worth it to argue with two other men with assault rifles. Dave gives you a smile and does a u-turn in the middle of the road, heading south back towards the warehouse. You cannot believe that you are leaving Nadir behind. 

As you drive, you see cop cars streaming north towards the two banks. You are unsure whether or not they are going to BMO, where there are likely scores of dead civilians, or to the bank where you took the cash. 

You pull up towards the warehouse. 

You stop the van just outside of the chainlink fence. "Dave, get out and go check inside." 

Dave looks at you. "Are you fucking shitting me? And leave you in the van with all the money and just this fuck bleeding out in the back? Fuck that shit." 

You look at him. "I went back for James. And I wouldn't leave you behind either. Get in there and confirm it's safe, alright?"

He looks at you and shrugs. He gets out of the van and heads towards the building. 

You watch Dave walk cautiously towards the warehouse. He enters the building slowly. You sit there and wait, knowing that he will search the building thoroughly before indicating to you it is safe. 

He opens the front door and walks out, signalling for you to enter. He rolls the gate up and you drive the van inside. 

You enter the building and get out of the van. 

Immediately he says to you, "Denise is fucking gone, man. She's not in that back room or anywhere else here." 

Fuck. No one to help James. You open the back of the van. 

"James, dude, Denise is gone. We're going to have to try and help you ourselves." 

"Fuck!" he shouts, still holding onto his leg. "Just take me to the fucking hospital man. You can leave me there. I don't mind being pinched. You saved me dude, please!"

You grab James and throw him onto the table. You grab his pants and tear them open over his wound. Blood spurts out all over your face. "Fuck. Fuck." You look down at the wound. You have no idea what to do. You grab him by his bloody hand. "Look, dude, you just have to wait for Denise to get back. I'm sure she'll be back soon. Dave will go phone her and she'll save you."

James looks at you, "That bitch fucking left you! She's fucking gone and she turned us in already, you fucking asshole! Take me to the fucking doctor!"

You look over at Dave. He shrugs. 

"Look, man, you're just going to have to wait. Dave is going to get Denise on the phone and we'll wait it out, man."

Dave looks at you. "I'm not fucking phoning her! No fucking phones, man, that's the rule. We're not breaking your own fucking rules."

You drop James' hand and pull your cell phone out. As you begin to open it, Dave looks at you and lifts his weapon. "Man, there is no breaking the rules. You made them. We're not fucking breaking them for anyone."

You dial Denise's number. You hear the phone ringing in the back room. You look at Dave. "Dude, I thought you said she was gone."

"She must have left her fucking phone then." Dave still has his weapon trained on you. 

You close your phone. "Alright then. I guess she did abandon us." 

You turn back to James. You see the look of realization in his eyes. Dave has obviously fucked the rest of you. You consider what to do next. 

You hold James' hand with one hand and hold his open wound with the other, trying to comfort him as his life slowly drains out of him. 

You look back at Dave, who is standing there nervously. After a few minutes, with James' pulse beginning to fade, the door opens. It's not Nadir. You turn from James to see Dave standing, holding his weapon pointed at you as two men enter the room. 

They speak Russian to Dave, who responds in kind. 

"Fuck," you whisper under your breath. "You fucking asshole," you say to Dave. He looks at you and laughs. "You're a fucking moron. You trust people way too much." The two Russians are carrying handguns, and they are also pointed at you. 

"Now put your fucking guns on the floor," Dave tells you. 

You slowly lower your weapons to the ground. Dave walks up to you and kicks you in the knee, dropping you to the ground. Dave raises his weapon to point it at James, but he does not realize that James has his pistol under his vest trained at him, and James opens fire first, hitting Dave in the face with the rounds. 

The Russians open fire, bullets filling the room. You go for your weapon and rush behind the van, a bullet catching you in the vest as you go. You look back to see James bullet-riddled body lying on the table. The Russians are screaming in rage, and shooting at the van. 

You stand up and let out a bloodcurdling scream for your friend James. You burst around the side of the van, opening fire as you do. You hit the first Russian in the stomach and he drops to his knees. The second hits you in the shoulder with a round, but you continue firing, catching him in the neck. He falls backwards, stumbling into your weapon rack and falling to the floor. 

You keep shooting at him, pumping round after round into him until he cannot move. 

You drop your AR-10 and turn back to the first Russian. He is rolling on the ground holding onto his gut. You put your boot onto the side of his face. 

"Alright you fucking Russian cunt, tell me who arranged this shit."

He looks up at you. "I'm not fucking talking!" he says in a thick Russian accent. You shoot him in the knee and he screams. 

"I have 18 more rounds for various body parts before the last one goes in your skull. So how about you just fucking tell me?" you say to him.

He looks at you. "Alright. The Russian crime syndicate knew the Asians were moving cash. They tipped you off, but we have had Dave in your group for two years now. We wanted the money and thought this would be a good time to use our asset. He was going to take care of everything."

That was surprisingly easy. "Are you going to let me live now?" he asks you. This man must really believe in charity. You aim the gun at his head and pull the trigger. You let his head fall to the floor and rush towards the back room where Denise had been tied up.

You burst into the room and she is laying there, her throat slit, still bound in the zap straps. "Goddamn you!" you scream. 

You fall to your knees and grab Denise's head in your hands. She's motionless, and blood is still leaking from her neck. Tears drip into the blood, but you know what you have to do. You leave Denise lying there on the floor. 

You grab a jerry full of gasoline and begin pouring it all over the building. You loved her, and she's dead because you didn't think she could handle a fight. 

You grab the bags from the van and transfer them into your SUV, which was in the garage for the transfer. As you are transferring the money, Nadir walks through the door. The brown man is bleeding, but he is smiling as he enters. "I fucking made it, man!" he shouts at you. He then looks around the room. "What the fuck happened here?"

"Look, dude, it's just fucking time to go. Everyone else is dead. Dave fucking sold us out and killed Denise and James. They made me leave you at the drop-point as well. They didn't think you were going to make it."

Nadir looks at you, his face twisted in rage. "Fuck, I didn't think you guys had made it... I was so fucking happy when I got back here. Oh well, fuck it."

Nadir gets in the passenger seat of the SUV and you open the gate to the warehouse. As you drive out, you open your lighter to light a cigarette, and then drop the lighter behind you in the gasoline. 

You drive towards Sandra's place. She has always been kind to you, and you have been friends since childhood. When you were a teenager you would tease her with James, but that changed once she became a teenager and moved out of her parents house. Now, at 18, she lived on her own in Burnaby. 

You turned on the radio as you drove, and the news was all about the attacks. 11 civilians dead at the Bank of Montreal. A massive gunfight just down the street. You look over at Nadir. "11 fucking people?"

He smiles at you. "Shit was epic dude."

You arrive at Sandra's place and park in the back. The two of you knock on the door.

Sandra comes to the back, and you can see from her eyes that she knows you must have been involved in what is on the news.

You enter her kitchen through the back door and look down into Sandra's eyes. She looks up at you, and you can see tears starting to form. 

"Sandra. James gave his life for me. I don't know what else to say."

Sandra collapses forward into your chest, tears streaming down her face. You wrap your arms around her, holding her tight as she cries. Sandra's roommate walks down the stairs in only a blue shirt, stopping on the steps as she sees you there with your weapons.

"Umm, Sandra. What the fuck is going on?"

Sandra ignores her and continues crying. "Nadir, take Jackie back upstairs." Nadir grins at you, "Fucking happy to, my man."

"Look, Sandra, we are going to have to leave the country. But we are going to take you with us. We have money coming out our ass, and we have a plan to get a private plane out of here. I couldn't leave you here after James died though." 

She looks up at you, tears still running down her face. "You came back for me?" 

"Of course," you say to her. 

"Where is Denise?" She knows the right questions.

"Dead." 

Sandra nods. "I understand. It will be alright," she says to you. Now she's comforting you. You hear grunts and banging from upstairs. You're not sure if it is consensual or not, but Nadir is obviously having his way with Jackie.

You tip her chin up to yours and lower your lips towards hers. You hesitate, waiting to see if she will turn her head, but she does not. Your lips touch hers, and she responds by kissing you back, her hands sliding down your back and pulling you close. 

You slide your hands up to the back of her head and pull her tight to you, your tongue entering her mouth and meeting hers. You slide your other hand down to her ass and pull her crotch towards yours so she can feel your hardness. She is now scrambling for your belt, and she quickly has your pants down around your ankles. 

You feel her beginning to orgasm, and her pussy clenches around your cock. You begin to cum yourself, your load pulsing into her pussy and dripping down the inside of her thighs. Sandra turns back to you and kisses you over her shoulder, her hand meeting yours and holding you tightly.

You pull out, cum dripping down the inside of her thighs as you do. 

"Alright, the fucking pilot will be waiting for us. It's time to go." 

You pulls your spare throwaway phone from your pants and call the pilot, Kent. The phone rings a couple of times, and then there is a response on the phone. 

"You looking for Kent?" the man says in a thick accent. Fuck. A thick Russian accent. 

You hang up the phone. You turn to see Nadir coming down the stairs. He is dragging Jackie behind him. It looks like it was a violent sex episode, which is not surprising given Nadir's nature. "No fucking plane, dude," you say to him. 

"Fuck. Now what?" he says to you. 

"Alright, there is no way we would get out over the border with the States now. We have to go get us a fucking boat. The best place I can think of for this would be at the Royal Vancouver Yacht Club. What do you guys think?"

Sandra and Nadir look at each other. "Yeah, I guess that works," Nadir says. Sandra smiles at you, "I've always wanted to be a member of the Yacht Club." 

You grab your AR-10 from the floor and open the back door. Luckily you never brought up your families with the group, and so Dave didn't know about James' sister. You look at Nadir, who is still dragging the stunned Jackie behind him.

"Nadir, you drive," you tell him. He nods to you, throws Jackie into the backseat, and then jumps in the driver's seat. Sandra gets in the back beside Jackie and then you get in the passenger seat. 

Nadir pulls out from Sandra's house and begins driving towards the Yacht Club. You turn the radio back on, and they are talking about the violence and the mass traffic havoc as a result of police roadblocks everywhere on the highways out of the city and towards the airport. Not surprising. 

You head towards the Yacht Club, trying to avoid main streets as you go. It seems like the entire police force is on the roads, as you hear police sirens constantly as you drive through the city. 

You manage to make it most of the way to the Yacht Club before you hit a roadblock at Broadway and MacDonald. You come over a hill and there is a queue of about twelve vehicles in front of you slowly passing through a roadblock.

You look at Nadir. "If we turn back now, they're going to send a car to chase us. We may as well go through, one way or another. So, do we plough them, or do you think we can make it through without them searching the vehicle?"

Nadir looks at you. You are covered in blood. "Are you seriously asking me this man?"

You grin at him. "Fuck no, dude. Alright, head for the gap in the barricade and I'll shoot as we go." Nadir grins. 

You turn and look into the backseat. Jackie looks absolutely terrified. "Get down. Now."

They both get down immediately. Nadir pulls slowly out from the queue and drives towards the barricade slowly. A cop steps out from the search and holds his hand up to stop you. Nadir continues to roll slowly forward, and the cop tries to shout something at you. His hand moves to his gun, and as he does so you raise your AR-10 and open up on him and the other cops.

Nadir hits the gas as you start shooting, and the SUV picks up speed. You shoot out the front of the window, hitting the first cop and then going for the others. Nadir clips one of the cop cars as you go through the barricade, and it goes spinning, hitting two officers and knocking them over. You are now speeding down Broadway in your SUV, with the cops shooting from the barricade with their handguns. A few rounds hit the vehicle, but there is no meaningful damage. But now they know where you are. 

You speed down the road. You indicate to Nadir to turn right and pull over. He does so, and the four of you get out of the vehicle. Nadir grabs two of the bags, and Sandra and Jackie each grab one. A car pulls up in front of your SUV and you point your weapon at the occupant. A small, old Asian man gets out of the vehicle and goes running down the street. Fuck, that was easier than you expected. You get in the vehicle, Nadir in the driver's seat, and peel out, heading for the Yacht Club. 

Once you are a block or so away Nadir slows down and tries to drive normally, or as normally as a brown man can drive. 

You manage to make it to the Yacht Club without seeing any other cops, and you pull into the parking lot and get out of the vehicle.

You go rushing straight for the docks. There are many yachts tied up, and being a bright sunny Sunday there are a number of people working on their yachts. You see a nice forty footer near the entrance with an old man standing on the side of the boat. He sees you coming, your assault rifle in your hand and a brown man with you and he goes running down the docks. He is slow, and you hit him in the back with your rifle, dropping him to the ground. 

You point your weapon at him and he looks up at you. 

"Get on the fucking boat, old man," you say to him. He spits on the ground beside him, as if to tell you to fuck off. Nadir's boot meets with his chin, and his head snaps back. "Get on the fucking boat, cracker!"

The old man stands and gets on the boat. The four of you pile on in front of him. You grab the keys out of his hand and start the boat. "Nadir, cast us off!" you call to him. 

He unties you from the dock and pushes you away. You start the motor and pull away from the dock and into English Bay. 

You head out for the center of the Bay and then consider what to do next. There were other people at the dock and they may have phoned the cops. 

You head out into the bay and look for another vessel to take. You see another yacht and pull up alongside of it. It is just sitting there, and you decide that this is it. You pull up alongside, not seeing anyone on the deck, with its anchor down. You tie your vessel up alongside the other. As you jump onto the new vessel, a man walks up from below deck. You hit him in the face, dropping them to the floor. 

Nadir and the girls cross-load the money. Nadir pulls his pistol and motions for the old man to get on his knees. The man looks up at him, tears in his eye, and Nadir pulls the trigger, spreading his brains along the deck of his precious boat. 

You turn your vessel and head out for the open water, and then turn south towards the United States. You look back at the city and then look at Nadir and the girls. Nadir is sitting on a bench. He appears to bleeding. 

"Dude, what happened?"

"Took one from those cops at the barricade dude..."

Fuck. 

Sandra pulls Nadir's vest up and over his chest. It looks like a round entered from the side just below the armpit, where he had no coverage. Blood is pouring from the wound. He looks over at you. "Fuck, dude, I don't think I'm going to make it, am I?"

You grin at him. "Dude, you're a fucking badass. There's no fucking way you won't make it." 

He smiles. He lies back, "You're right man. Nothing can fucking kill me. I'm like brown... like a brown fucking Jesus, man."

You walk over to him and kneel down beside him, holding his hand. 

You hold his hand as blood pours from his side. "Dude, you've been fucking good to me. I can't believe I didn't go to meet up with you at the meeting point." 

"Aww, whatever man. I'm a fucking killer. You don't have to apologize to me. Shit, at least I got to fuck that bitch over there today, right man? That means it was a good day." 

You look over at Sandra, and she has tears in her eyes. Jackie is a mess, huddled in the corner.

"I'll fucking make sure some of the money gets to your family, dude," you tell him. 

"I don't doubt it man... I don't doubt it." Nadir grips your hand tightly, and then his head lolls to the side. 

Fuck. 

You turn the vessel and head for the open waters. You look over at the man laying there, knocked out on the deck. You motion to Sandra, and the two of you pick him up and drop him into the water. Fuck him. Whoever the fuck he was. You look over at Jackie. She was just here by chance, and now she's going to be a risk for the two of you forever.

You whisper in Sandra's ear. "Can we really trust Jackie?" She looks back at you, surprise in her eyes. 

Before Sandra can respond, you raise your weapon and point it at Jackie. She looks at you with shock in her eyes, and you pull the trigger. Her lifeless body drops off the back of the boat. You drop to your knees beside Nadir, tears streaming down your face. 

"You were the man. You were the fucking man, Nadir. And now you're gone."

You look back at Sandra. She's crying as well. You're not sure if it's for Jackie or for Nadir, but you don't care. She drops to her knees beside you and she hugs you. 

It's only the two of you now.

The End.