Dude! (Writing of my Boredom part 3)

As he stepped out of the narrow dark alley into the dim light of the old overhead street lamps he discreetly scanned both sides of the street without turning his head. Seeing only two ancient looking homeless men, garbed in... he didn't even want to think about it, he began walking up the garbage litterd sidewalk. He started thinking that something might have happend to his transport when he saw the halogen lights of a black BMW round the corner a block in front of him,"finally" he thought. As the BMW came nearer to him, "why his brights were still on" he also wonderd. When the car stopped besides him he reached for the handle, his eyes partly blinded from the headlights, the door opened. Everything began happening in slow motion, he saw the trigger being suppressed by a gloved finger, the slide of the gun flowing back and forth in one graceful movement followed by a loud pop and a flash. He felt a cold shooting pain going through his jaw, then his neck, the earth was speeding towards him, as his face impacted the concrete he saw the spent cartridges bouncing off the sidewalk next to him, he tried to touch his face with his hand, wondering why he felt no pain, his hand took an eternity to reach his face, it encounter warm blood. Why don't I feel any pain he thought as he began fading from counsiousness. the last thing he saw was the smoke of tires and the sound of screaching tires. A few years he tried to chuckle, but it came from his disfigured mouth as an uninterpretable gurlgling sound.

ok... well the spy dude didn't last htat long. Next story