Hit - 2

“WTF! WTF! WTF!’

He screamed on his butt as he  crab crawled back across the cafe floor till his back hit the wall. All the while he stared at the lifeless eyes of his former body guard.  Abject terror.

“Boss. Boss. Are you okay?” His other guard kneeling now at his side, asked, gun drawn, eyes scanning 

 Another guard,  still sheltered at the corner of the patio, looked down the street from where he figured the bullet had to have come. 

“Of course I’m not okay.’ The boss answered, regaining some composure, taking comfort in the known world of anger. 

Back to the wall, he looked down at his white shirt covered in the blood of the body guard. He used the sleeve of his arm to wipe the stickiness of blood and brains off his face.

“Let’s get out of here. Can you get me out of here.” He screamed. 

“Yes, boss”.

The guard spoke through his throat  mike to the other at the front of cafe. “Get the boss’s car and bring it round the back.”

‘There’s a bloody sniper out here, Charlie.!”

“The boss wants the car,”

Taking one last look up the street, thinking this job doesn’t pay enough, the guard sprinted down the street to the black hummer.

In the distance sirens were already approaching.  

Fumbling the keys, his eyes looking everywhere else, he opened the door jumped in all the time expecting a bullet to end his life.  Once in the  bullet proof Ottawa Valley hummer he felt better, marginally.  He drove round the back.

The boss jumped in the back, “What took you so long?” 

 Charlie joined him jumping in the front seat, pistol still drawn. Glock 9 mm. There were no more shots.

“Take me home, now. And watch for fuckers in the street. I don’t care if the windows are bullet proof. The maniac could have a rocket launcher. Get me out of here.”

They sped away. Traffic was light.  Charlie was watching everywhere and everyone. Not just for the boss. He didn’t himself want to go up in a blast. He’d done his tours in the Middle East.. He knew how a hand held rocket could spoil a vehicles paint job and anyone in the vehicle. 

“Who the fuck do you think it was Charlie? “ 

“A sniper. No one saw him. Maybe the police will have a clue.I’ll talk to our guy in their administration. For what you pay him , he’ll keep us posted on their investigation.  Now I’ll just get you safe.”

They were on the free way. They’d taken a few evasive moves to throw pursuit  It was looking better. Every mile away from the cafe the tension lessened.

“Siri, get me Jack.” Charlie spoke to the car phone.

Jack was the home guard. He came on and Charlie told him to expect them pronto. “Assasination attempt.Boss is okay.”

When the car drove into the underground parking, Jack was waiting with a Berretta 93 machine pistol in his hand. He opened the door for the boss as Charlie came around.  The followed the boss to the elevator. The  boss was silent, brooding.  

In the elevator, he turned to Charlie,  “I’ve got enemies Charlie. I can’t think which one would hire a sniper. I’ve got to make some calls.  You think of anyone, you get on it.”

The boss entered the penthouse suite heading straight for the shower.  

Charlie saw bits of glistening darkening brain tissue had fallen onto marble floor. He’d have to call the cleaner.