The gun pointing at him, with the bullet contained in its chamber, clearly was marked for him. He was a marked man. The antagonist looked at him, and he noticed the smile. The car headlamps shone brightly, the car radio just finishing a song.
“Wait, just hold on a minute… Will you?” breathing heavily he tried to delve into some form of sympathy, “I did my job, I got it done. Can’t you…”
She broke him off, “No, I can’t do that.”
She walked around him, her victim shuffled to keep with her gaze.
“Please…” faintly echoed around the room.
He closed his eyes.
He opened them as they sped away. She wound down the window, letting the wind stream through her hair.
“Where to?” He ashed, his car was making up road, “we need to discuss what goes on next”
She looked at him then at the backseat, a black holdall was there, filled and zipped up.
“Give me a minute to think” she said, clearly distressed, she reached for a bottle of water, which she then used to quench her thirst.
He queried her, “Can we talk about what happened back there?”
He checked his mirrors for any traffic then pulled up a drove and into an abandoned airstrip. Not a car was in sight, only the early evening sky adorning the scenery. He stopped the car, got out and walked towards the back of car.
“Where are you going, Jack?” She followed him out, and saw him stood staring down into the boot.
“Why’d you kill him? We just needed his car, and now because of this, we have blood on our hands. We can’t go”, he looked her dead in the eyes.
“I… I panicked… listen you know, our car was held up, and i got caught up…”, she shifted towards the passenger door, and slumped down away from the body.
He stood next to her and crouched down. He opened up his jacket, pulled out a box of cigarettes and duly offered her one. She obliged.
“This is what we are going to do”, he lit up his then her cigarette, “We’re going to bury the body down near the industrial estate, then take the money away from the car and leave.”
She looked up at him, “what about the delivery?”, smoke cursing her words.
He got up, shut the boot of car and made his way to the driver side door.
Again she asked, “What about the delivery? She’ll…”
“I know Annie, look just get in. We can sort that out after the body”
“Jack, she told me to do this if you don’t make the delivery”, she ran towards the passenger seat and grabbed her handbag.
“What are you? No.. Just hold on..”, he saw the gun she had withdrew from her bag. “Just take a second”, he walked slowly towards her as she held the gun by her side.
She wipes the tear running from her eye and clears her throat. “Make the delivery Jack, or I have to”
He got closer, “how much?? ANNIE!? How much?”
He jumps towards her and grabs the gun, a scuffle insued and he pushes her away.
A gunshot rings, and she holds her stomach, blood staining her white dress. He has the gun held up to her, then drops it.
She falls, and he catches her. She collapses almost immediatly after seeing his distraught face.
He’s there for a moment. Then he picks her up and puts her on the backseat. He tries to light up but fails. He hits the bonnet of the car, then gets into the driver seat.
He hits play on the radio, a song plays and he looks at himself in the mirror and drives away.
“And thats it?”, the woman stood in front of him asks.
“I came straight here, no point running away, make the delivery to you, and get away from here.” The car was still playing the radio. He was sat on the bonnet, the holdall was next to him. The girl on the backseat. “I just wanna get out of here now.” He says as he makes a move for the exit.
“Jack, I can’t let you go.” The woman holding a gun that came from her bag. She held it up towards him.
“Wait, just a minute… Will you?”
He sits in a waiting room. The black holdall next to him. The room opposite vacates a doctor.
“Shes?” He looks at the man in white.
“She’s fine.” The doctor reassuring him.
He walks in and sees her wired up to machines, beeping to confirm her heart is still beating. He closes his eyes. “Thank you for saving me Annie”
She opens her eyes and he holds her hand. “… I love you” she whimpers.
“I love you too.”
He takes the gun from his jacket.
She closes her eyes. And the machines keep beeping.