I could feel the sweat starting to run down my back. Why was he so rushed all the time? This whole thing was his idea. My head hurt, my heart was pounding, and my eyes feel sour and itchy. I just need a second to catch my breath. I just wanted to breathe for a…
“Stop stalling.” my partner replied harshly.
Fine! Slowly, I picked up the black ski mask from the top of the dash, and pulled it over my head. I adjusted the eyeholes, then reached over him into the glovebox, grabbing a black pistol from underneath the random loose papers and receipts. I rubbed my eye with the barrel of the gun and took a deep breath.
“Leave the car running.” He said.
I looked at him and he gave me a nervous nod.. We opened the car doors and started walking down the sidewalk to the motel. Our footsteps crunched in the snow. The wind moaned, blowing a barrage of white, wet specks in my face. Stark dark clouds hovered overhead and contrasted the deep indigo sky. Neither of us spoke a word until we reached the entrance and went inside.
I looked to my companion and asked, “What room?”
He quickly looked at his smartwatch strapped to his muscular wrist. “Twenty three.” He replied, “It’s going to be upstairs.”
I sighed as I looked at the old rotting wooden stairs and we began to climb to the second story. Once we finally made it upstairs, we quickly found the room. I drew my weapon and just when I was about to barge in, my partner sat his hand atop my shoulder and leaned into my ear and whispered, “I’ll take this one. Wait outside the door.”
“You sure?” I asked him.
He nodded then slowly tried to turn the doorknob, maybe their target had been careless. And surely enough, the door was unlocked. He pushed open the door and cleared the room, pistol in hand ready to fire at any moment.
After about a minute, he called out from inside, “Jesus Christ, Greg, get in here!”
Quickly I rushed into the room. Several bloody bodies and briefcases laid spread out across the floor. Bits of brain matter were stuck to the walls, pools of blood stained the dirty brown carpet. The room stank of blood and death. I looked to my partner, “What the heck is this? Who the heck are these people?” I exclaimed as I looked at the unrecognizable men.