Drunk Deep in Death

Cheers to Death

Target: body,heart,soul
Mission: eliminate
Assignment: coded
Pursuit: blood
Hunters: anonymous
Crime: truth

Storm ducked just in time. The bullet missed his smooth forehead  by his teeth's skin. He sought shelter under his desk.
"Heck,what's it this time?" He wondered. "It certainly can't be the pie in my fridge."

Typical to be creating humor in such a dangerous atmosphere. The bullets kept coming as his assassin advanced forward. He took out his phone, not to make an emergency call but to take a selfie.
"I'm definitely going to need this when I tell my grandchild how I escaped the masked monster and post on Instagram. I can imagine the likes.
I can see it;
'Death on fleek.'"
Just after,his phone died.

"Curse that doctor. I just asked for a diagnosis and he gave  me a history about HIV. Almost three hours he was it, now the phone's dead. I'll make sure he gets the phone bill this time." He promised.

Seas of sweat run down his face as he decided on his plan of action.
"Okay either scream like mama taught me,kick his balls like that little girl did me or die like gramps. All are so tempting."
He shouted over the din.
"What do you want. You do know I keep my money in the bank right? Where's my secretary Irene?? Well the way you barged in here I don't think you had the courtesy to ask. Perfect timing ain't it??? Today is a holiday. I swing by to finish a little something with Irene's help and here we are. Don't you criminals ever take a day off?? Here's what, why don't we all just go home and do this later.

He was replied with silence. Only the unloading of bullets into his desk.
"Careful,the desk costs more than your gun or brains. Either ways, your legs and arms sold together can't buy it."

It was time to take action.  Storm wasn't much of a Christian but today he decided to talk to  the big man.
"God, it isn't time yet. I planned to go to Hollywood before my time. And you know I better get there. Or Jesus won't hear the last of this when I get there. The whole of heaven will be hell. Forget I said that. A little help from.....what's his name??? Michael will not be looked overlooked I promise. Let's strike a deal. Save me from this and I'll be at church this Sunday. Okay,okay I'll be at church till I die. We cool?"

"I'm the lion in the jungle. I'm the captain of this ship. I'm toast!!!!!"

He rolled up his trousers, buttoned his shirt,rolled his cuffs,tied his shoelaces,tightened his belt and necktie,smoothened his eyebrows and made a run for it. He headed for his bathroom door but not after a bullet was lodged in his heel.
"Talk of Achilles heel."
He squeezed through the bathroom window which was an exit.
"Bless mama for for all the concoctions."
He limped forward,looking back to check if he was still under pursuit. Fortunately it seems the bulky assailant had used another passageway. The window was small.
"Guess your mama didn't feed you with weird herbs huh?"He chuckled.
Just then a figure tore past him. Storm bumped into him and the landed on the ground."

Storm was hit and cut in so many  places he lost count. Just when he thought it was over, someone or some people were advancing.
Before he could find out more,he slipped into unconsciousness....