Barry Berkman

Part 2

My eyes went wide as I heard the knob twist. I quickly dropped to the floor and crawled to the side of the bed against the wall, hidden from the view of the doorway. I heard a guy walk towards us and tell the man in bed he had to go 'bump off another guy'. What?! I thought. The man in bed grumbled and said 'Give me a second.' I looked at myself and saw my hands were shaking. I checked my watch, 12:27 AM. Then my phone made a ding sound.

Fuches
Done yet?

My eyes went wide again and I quickly turned it off just in time for the man at the bedside to walk over to me. Immediately I recognized him. Goran. Fuches had told me about him before, saying he was good friends with Hank, but lately they had gotten into 'a few too many arguments' and 'if you ever cross paths with Goran, run and don't let up about Hank.' He started to say something but I shot him. The man in bed jumped up and I heard him run to the door, fumbling with something. He switched on the light as I stood up. We both stood there in fear. He had gotten a gun. I lowered my gun and he kept his trained on me.

"Who the hell are you?!" He asked, fear and anger in his voice.

"I, uh, I'm." I stuttered.

"Quit blubbering and drop your weapon." He muttered dumbass under his breath and I gave him a quick glare.

I dropped my gun on the ground and raised my hands as I walked towards him. He motioned for me to stand up against the wall. I turned around, face squished against it as he checked all my pockets. Oh shit. He found my phone and repeatedly pressed the home button. He finally gave up and shoved it at me.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I said.

"Unlock it, duh." He replied.

I unlocked it and tossed it back to him. At least it was a burner phone, I thought. I took note of him before I turned back around. So much for one inch above his belly button. I sighed to myself. He must've been 40 or so and was definitely 6', maybe taller. He stood there awkwardly with the phone, only wearing boxers. I was glad I was looking at the wall. Breaking my thoughts, I heard him gasp a little bit.

"Uh," He cleared his throat. "Who is, uh, Fuches?"

My face became hot as I racked my brain on what to say. We stood there silent for an awkward five or so seconds before I said,

"I work for him. Um, in the auto department. Yeah, uh, he is my boss and, yeah. That's it."

He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. He looked at me, not sure to believe me or not. I didn't want to break his gaze, not only would I look guilty, but his blue eyes were very mesmerizing. He finally broke the silence.

"If you work for him in auto parts, why do you have a gun and why did he text you to 'nail him one inch above the belly button'?"

I didn't know what to say except the truth. I knew I wasn't supposed to and if I did, Fuches would probably kill me, but he just looked so trusting and understanding. I gave up. I knew I was screwed anyway, my only hope was on the complete opposite side of the room, and he had a gun.

"Shit. Well, I don't work in auto parts. I'm a hit man. Woman. I don't know. All I know is that you have a gun and pronounced Fuches perfectly. Not to mention, what Goran asked you just a little bit ago."

He blushed as he went wide eyed. I got him with the Goran part. And then it hit me. He worked for Fuches too. Hits with Goran, knowing Fuches' name? Dead give away. Who was this guy kidding, he sucked at acting like he was innocent. He broke our intense stare and walked back to Goran and my gun. I smirked as I knew I had him right in my clutch. And then he shot at me.