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For the cause |
| Written by Billy | |
| Saturday, 23 February 2008 | |
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The ambassador stepped out of his limousine. He was surrounded by for of his bodyguards. The four bodyguards and the ambassador walked through the entrance of the hard rock café. The hostess led him to a table in the very back. The man in the leather jacket walked in the Men's room. There were three other men in the bathroom. Two were at the urinal and one was washing his hands. The man in the leather jacket walked along the stalls checking if they were occupied. Satisfied that they weren't occupied, he entered last stall and locked the door. He listened to make sure that he was the only one in the bathroom. When he heard the last man leave he slipped his hand behind his back and pulled the .357 magnum revolver from his waistband. He opened the cylinder and made sure for the third time it was loaded. He paused for moment thinking about what he had to do. He slipped the .357 back into his waistband and exited the stall. He went to one of the sinks and turned on the water. He stood there looking into his own eyes in the mirror. He looked in to the eyes of a man who was about to become a killer. He splashed his face twice with cool water. He walked to the door and grabbed the knob. He had to fight an over whelming urge to vomit. As he left the bathroom he reminded himself for the cause. The ambassador sat with four other people other. The ambassador was a man in his fifties. His hair was graying. His once athletic was becoming little bit more round. He seemed to be engaged in conversation with the two other couples but his mind was else where. Three of his bodyguards stood at strategic points around the table. The fourth was in the kitchen monitoring the food preparation. The man in the leather jacket scanned the crowded restaurant for the ambassador. He had located the ambassador at the very back table and made his way towards him. He stopped far enough from the ambassador that his bodyguards wouldn't consider him a threat. He looked right at the ambassador and the ambassador looked right at him. The man drew his gun and opened fire on the ambassador. The ambassadors' bodyguards drew their firearms and subdued the gunman. By now the room was in chaos. Tables had been thrown over; people were lying on the floor with their hands over their heads. "Check the ambassador," yelled one of the bodyguards. Four rounds had entered the ambassadors' chest. One had passed through the heart. The ambassador was killed instantly.
Copyright 2008 Billy |
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