14 minutes now. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. The missiles were on the way and heading my direction. There was an important military base located nearby where I lived, so it was well-known it would be a target. Before the last few months I hadn’t thought too much about it. I grew up in the area, the base was just a fact of life. I had a lot of friends who worked there. They talked about repairing planes or checking IDs at the gate, nothing special. It wasn’t like they were the ones working on the bombs stored there. I was thankful I wasn’t working in the office today. I’d taken a week off to de-stress. Up until this point I was having a good day. The weather was nice, I was sitting on my porch, reading a book, and drinking an afternoon cocktail. If I was at the office I would be pissed. Not that I was ecstatic about what was going to happen regardless of the location. Shortly I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do about it. It only made a di...
“No,” Paul said. “What do you mean ‘no?’” Alex asked. “I said ‘no.’ I’m not picking that up.” Alex gestured with his handgun, “Pick it up or I’ll shoot you.” “Go ahead.” There was a beat of silence as Alex processed what Paul said. “You heard me, right? That I’m going to shoot you?” “I did. And I said ‘go ahead.’ Do it.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “What’s wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re insane if you think I’m going to dig my own grave.” “Then I’ll shoot you.” “I already said okay. You’re going to shoot me anyway, might as well not spend the rest of my life doing manual labor. Fuck you.” “But the Boss wants you buried” “Then he can dig the hole. I’m not doing it.” “You know he’s not coming out here.” “Of course not, you dipshit,” Paul said. Alex raised the gun more, “Watch it?” “Or what? You’ll shoot me? There’s nothing you can do to me. You’ve got no hold on me.” “I can kill you.” “You’re already going to do...
