My
partner fucked up when he killed the store clerk.
It
was supposed to be a simple heist: go in, flash the guns, take the
money, run like hell.
No
dice. Leave it to my dumb ass partner with a GTA fetish to going in
the store trying to show out. We went in, flashed the guns, we asked
for the money…then my partner shot the clerk in the chest.
Now
we're sitting in a puddle of blood gushing from his leg because I
shot him. I lost my cool, what can I say? He stands like a new-born
giraffe, and I want to shoot his sorry ass again. He manages to
hobble around, collecting the money, and as we’re leaving, shots
ring out from behind us. We forgot about someone in the back office.
The other clerk wings my right shoulder and I drop my gun. My partner
turns around and shoots wildly in the store, hitting nothing.
From
behind the counter, I see the shot clerk on his phone, I’m guessing
the police are his talk buddies. Finishing that thought, the police
show up, 4 deep. Exiting the cars, guns drawn on us and making their
way into the store, I know what’s gonna happen, and I’m not going
back to prision, no fucking way.
I
hug my partner, take his gun, and shoot him in the head. That's the
cue for the law to do their thing by lighting me up with bullets. My
smile, my middle finger is my “fuck you” exit to them and this
shitty world.
