PIECES

Chapter 3 ✓

"I think you should leave" I said to Tom.

"Why" Tom said serious.

"Why? Because I said so. It's for your own good. Okay?"

"But the man behind the bar said you didn't drink anything so I thought-"

"She's super drunk." see the man with the black beard

"Nope, she isn't." Tom said in full confident. "I just talked to her, she's fine. Maybe she's pretending, but uh. Why would she. Right?"

He just ruined my whole plan. What now. I'm gonna kill first Tom, and then the other guys. No. Tom's too easy. Or he would run away like a child, but no. Then the big man comes up to me and stands in front of me. He looks at me sternly.

"Right?" Tom said to be sure.

Then it should be this way.

"Sorry, but this might hurt." I said to the man.

I kick my foot hard against his nuts. He collapses. You can see it hurts him. He looks at me angrily. He tries to hit me with his fist but I lower myself and kick him again. I hold my finger to part of his face and punch my fist against it. He's falling to the ground this time.

"What the fuck just happened!" Tom said.

This trick always works. If you hit part of his nerve in the face, a person always faints.

"Don't worry, he'll wake up." I said to Tom. He's in shock.

I look behind me and see that the other man is running towards me. When he meets me, I take him by the arm and throw him against the wall. The man is a bit surprised but quickly walks over to me. He hits me half in the face with his fist, which I do to him afterwards.

"Holy" I heard Tom saying in the background.

But he dodges it and then picks me up and throws me to the ground. I quickly get up and continue with what I started. I hit him in the stomach and face a few times. Then I throw him against the wall again which makes him fall.

"WHAT THE- YOU'RE A FBI AGENT?"

I turn around in shock. Out of breath I see that Tom has my FBI ID card. Oh no. It fell out of my jacket. This is not good. Then I hear a gun being loaded. I turn around again and see the man with a gun pointed at me. I move closer to the wall and the gun follows me.

"Oh my. That's a gun. Okay. IT'S A GUN. That's a gun. What am I doing here! Oh God. A th- big gun! " Tom said stressed out.

"What. You'd never see a gun before?" I said to him.

"Is that normal then?"

"Yes-"

"Don't talk" the man said.

"Okay, can you put the gun away?" I said carefull.

The man said nothing. I hear Tom is pacing back and forth.

"You stop moving" he said in a Moroccan accent.

He points the gun at Tom. He's standing still.

"Okay. The gun is pointed at me now. Great! "

I see the man is looking at Tom in concentration.

"I'm gonna...I'M GONNA DIE!" Tom said.

I look at the man and then back to Tom. And so over and over again. Now or never. I move my hand to my jacket, very carefully. I feel the gun and take it. I look at the man who hasn't noticed yet.

"I can't believe I'm gonna die after the most boring party, but uh. It's cool that if it happens, if I'm dying, i'm dying in front of a FBI agent. That would be a cool story right. "