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“We need witnesses so that everything is on the up and up.” Vinnie said. “Let’s head back out to the office.”
The two men went back into the main reception area where Freddie, Alan and Vinnie’s muscle were waiting.
“We got a bet. We need you guys to be witnesses to make sure everything is on the level.”
Outside the office, tires screeched as a car skidded to a stop in front of the office. Freddie glanced out the window at the sound. Three men were getting out of the car, all carrying machine guns.
“Everybody down! It’s a hit!” Freddie said as he moved across the small office space to cover Tom. The two managed to hit the floor just as the front window shattered as gunfire tore through it.
The machine guns roared as they sprayed a deadly hail of bullets into the office. Vinnie was hit multiple times in the chest, forcing his body back against the wall. It convulsed in a wild dance as each bullet ripped into him, spurts of blood blossoming every time a bullet hit.
The goon had his gun out and returned fire but he too was riddled with bullets. He fell backwards, his arms flailing, as he died.
The barrage continued for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few seconds.
Tom and Freddie remained crouched on the floor staying out of the way as best they could. Everything on top of the desk exploded as they were pierced by the deadly rounds. Pieces of plastic and other debris fell on top of the men. Bits of plaster and paint splintered as the bullets went into the walls.
The noise was enough to rouse Alan from his coma-like state. He screamed at the noise and covered his ears.
Soon, silence replaced the cacophony. The sounds of car doors slamming and tires screeching came through the shattered window.
“What the hell was that?” Alan cried.
“That was a professional hit. It seems that someone else had a problem with your bookie” Freddie said.
Tom got up and surveyed the office. He looked at the pieces o the computer lying on the desk. “It would also seem that it is your lucky day, Mister Foster. If there are no other backups, your debt record was just wiped out. I suggest you take advantage of the fact and make a new start. Go get some professional help and face your gambling addiction head on.”
Alan looked up. “Jane! Where is she?”
A search of the complex quickly located the young woman. Alan ran to her and removed her gag. “Get me out of this.”
Freddie pulled out a pocket knife and sliced the bindings holding her to the chair.
Alan went to hug her. “Oh Jane, I’m so…”
Jane pushed him away then punched him in the face. “You stupid little shit! What did you get me into?” She punched him again. “I never want to see you again!” She stormed out of the room.
“I think maybe you should call a cab. We’ll make sure she gets home okay.”