You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
He whips out a gun and sits down next to me. Keeping the gun out of sight but pressed against my ribs, he tells me to not draw any attention towards us. “Mr. Roshan we know who you are and that you are working for the government and attempting to bring our organization down. Let me tell you that we have friends in high places too. Politicians, religious leaders, business men – all powerful enough to keep us safe. And yet your investigations into our group is causing my bosses some headaches. I am here to put an end to that. In a few minutes a black van will pull up to the curb. You will join me and we will quietly leave this cafe and take a long drive to meet some of my friend. Drink your coffee – it will be your last!”
Faced with this threat and the possibility that I might meet my end at the hands of the likes of this scumbag and his cohorts, I needed to spring into action. My black coffee was boiling hot, having just been placed on my table barely a minute before scumbag approached me. I pretended to pick up the cup to drink and then – splashed the entire thing on his face. Stunned and burning from the scalding heat of the coffee, the scumbag screamed in agony and jumped to his feet, dropping the handgun in the process. Quick as a cat, I picked up the gun and as I got up, I headbutted him right in the stomach. Then I kneed him in the groin and as he doubled over in pain, I karate chopped him on the back of the neck and elbowed him on his back. As lay on the ground, I kicked him in the face that knocked him out cold.
The cafe patrons & staff were in an alarm right now and as they spotted the gun in my hand, someone screamed out loud. People ran for cover while others crouched in fear. I collected my back and ran out into the street, pocketing the gun as I stepped out. I quickly hailed a taxi and had him speed all the way to my apartment. I stepped in thinking that I had shaken off the goon and anyone he might have with him when suddenly – wham! Something hard connected with my head and the lights went out. When I came to, I found myself tied up and sitting on a chair with 3 big men who look like they chewed glass for breakfast on one side of the room. I looked straight and saw a hot looking blonde and a buxom brunette sitting on the sofa opposite me. The blonde was smoking a cigar and smiling at me while the brunette typed something on her laptop.
“So, we finally meet the elusive Roshan!” said the blonde smiling as she looked at me with her icy blue eyes. The brunette took out a big gun and fitted a silencer on it and stood up and aimed the gun at my chest. “Any last requests?” she said. How was I gonna get outta this one?
Prompt from the Daily Post at WordPress.com.