A shot rang out and Jack sat up straight. The blanket was on the red, concrete floor and the night lamp served no purpose. He heard a door slam outside and screeching tyres. He pulled the curtain to the side and saw the streetlamp yellow upon an empty street. A second later he noticed a man limping out of the alley from below the apartment. The man looked up at Jack, as if he knew there was a peeper. They stared at each other for a moment: a six-year old boy at his middle-aged father with a hole instead of a nose.
“Who are you?” Robbie asked.
The man in the black suit, with fingertips that reached his knees, smiled at him. It was a perfect summer day and birds were swooping down, picking up small fish from the middle of the pond. The same pond our grandfather was found one day, stones in his pockets.
“I’m here to provide.”
We could hardly see his face because of his hat and the sun behind him. He opened his briefcase and took out a glass jar. It looked empty.
The moon illuminated the gradually darkening sky. It was a cooling evening but his whole body stank of dried sweat. He had been in the same spot for the past two days, braving the scorching afternoon sun, the cold nights and the occasional light showers. It was a lot to endure, but he did not dare to stray away from his post. That would put all his efforts in the past two days to waste. He looked around himself. He was surrounded by enemies. Every single one of these enemies was in the same situation as him. It was tough, but all of them pushed on. Giving up was no longer an option at this stage.
He looked at his watch, in about ten more minute's time, the gates would open and he would charge in, along with all the others with him out here. He ran through the plan one more time in his mind. Which location should he go to first? Which targets should he prioritize? Was there any flaw in the plan that he might have missed out? Failure was not an option right now, the people back home would be so disappointed, and he was determined not to let them down.
Five more minutes.
The moment was finally arriving. He was finding it hard to contain his excitement. He had waited so long for this moment to arrive. He eyed the man nearest to him who was staring right back him. Just like him, this man had been waiting here for the past two days. They shared the same objective but there was no love lost between the two men. The only exchange they had for the past two days were a series of hostile and primitive snarling. Still, it was good to have a companion in this lonely battle.
The two men glared at each other like two hyenas fighting over a carcass on the African savannah. This man would probably be the greatest enemy later, he made up his mind as he began to devise a plan to negate the threat in front of him. Maybe he could push him as they were running in later. Or perhaps he should be more discreet and trip him instead. No, the best way would be to just run faster than all the others and grab the target before they do. Yes, that would be it.