08-08-2009

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     "Who the fuck are you?" the man said spinning around, not expecting anyone to interrupt his work. He hated it when things didn't go as planned. It just pissed him off. "Shit, two for one, I guess."
     Jon's arms shot up in the air as he stepped back as a gun was flung in his face. "Don' shoot!"
     He grabbed Jon by the neck and flung him on to the couch next to Sam. The gun man began to pace in front of the two, occasionally kicking the coffee table, the recliner. He scratched his head with the butt of the gun, talking to himself under his breath.
     "How's it going, Sam?" Jon said keeping his eyes on the irritated gunman.
     "I've had better days," he said. "You?" Sam turned his head slightly, managing a smile of sorts.
     Jon and Sam had known each other since junior high, attended Illinois for undergrad and ended up living in Boston. Sam was prepping for graduate school at Harvard while Jon was pursing his life's passion at MIT. Two incredibly smart guys caught in a rather unlikely situation.
     "So, how long have you known this guy?" Jon said. Tapping his foot, he realized he was rather up anxious. He tried to stop, not wanting to further irritate the gunman.
     "Apparently not long enough," Sam began, "he lives in one of the emergency housing locations I volunteer at twice a week. I've never seen him this agitated."
     "What's his story?"
     "Nothing really, Ben just lost his job and is trying to get back on his feet," Sam said. "He told me something might have come his way, but he wasn't sure he would be cut out for 'that kind of work'. I thought he was thinking of becoming a gigolo." Sam took a deep breath and adjusted slowly in his seat. "At any rate, I think he's here to kill me; something about job training, so I don't know what he is mixed up in now."
     "I am guessing it is not a good career choice." Jon felt the gunman was capable of anything. To be so desperate for money to fall into a crowd that required you to kill someone you knew? Things could get incredibly wild in a very short time.
     "Would you two just shut the hell up!" Ben shouted. He stopped pacing and fixed his gun on them.



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