A Stranded Situation.

Prologue

March 1976

"Just drop the bag and leave! I won't repeat myself if you think I'm going to be gentle about this..."

"Please! Don't do this... I have important ..."

"Just shut up! You have no idea what's important at this point... Put the bag down and leave. I don't want to hurt you, Miss.."

Shit! I was beginning to get scared.... Like real scared, I was running out of time and Martini could appear anytime soon... Was this girl just dumb or what? Drop the fucking bag and leave!

Simple!

Okay... Maybe not so easy, but then, at gun point?!!

"Dalia... My name's Dalia... You don't have to do this.. Please!"

"What?.. I wasn't asking for your name... Just!..."

"How many minutes more do you need to kindly get a lady's bag? Uh! Bro you tryna bust us or what? We been waiting for over 30 minutes, man! I could have done this in two!"

Speak of the devil...

Two uhn?

Liar liar, pants on fire!

"Why the fuck you starin' into space man? Grab the bag and let's get the hell outta here!.. Why'd it gotta be some ugly old, rusty chick you gotta pick to rob though? You just so blind and completely stupid... You got two minutes bro... Else I'm handling things"

Well, let's get to the part where you 'handle things' shall we?.. I'll be nice and pretend you didn't just call me blind and stupid

Trying to balance the gun in my right hand, using the other to keep it steady and ensuring at the safe time that the safety was locked..

"This is the last time Miss... The bag, else I'm going to have to change my methods... As you can see, my boss isn't being so friendly..."

"Dammit man! I shudda just let mustang handle this, get the bag! Or!.."

"No no! Martini, please no,.. You want the bag,... Fine!... Miss.. The b.."

There was a deafening sound... And next there was the lady in front of me seconds ago, nowhere to be seen, staggering forward, I looked around, dazed, wondering what sound it was, and where it came from... My eyes landed on Martini, right hand outstretched, such perfect stance, he wasn't even shaking or anything... Then my eyes landed on the gun in his hand, it was smoking... Immediately my gaze was averted to the ground in front of me, there the lady was... Slumped on the ground and some red liquid was oozing from her arm...

My God!

Red liq...!

Oh! Crap, is it that what I think it is?

"Just a simple task! At least now you can pick up the bag, you don't even have to ask.."

"Martins, we have to call the police... Or an ambulance, or something!! This, is not right!"

"Are you crazy nigga? You're a thief? Call the cops? And tell them what exactly?! Man, we ain't calling no cops... We gon leave here and forget this ever happened.. Now if you'd excuse me, I'll be waiting in the car... And... Don't you ever call me that!"

I couldn't even think straight...

He didn't have to shoot her!

I was going to get the bag, I just needed more time.

Oh God!

Next thing, I felt someone dragging me, calling my name at the same time, I could hear sirens wailing in the distance, but I hadn't even called one..

What was going on right now?

"Bruh, you're having a panic attack... We've to leave now... The police is almost here..."

"Oh...Mustang"

Voices filled my head, and I was struggling to catch my breath, It was like the world was spinning around me, my heart was pounding real quick...I was gonna black out... But not before hearing my last words...

"...Dalia.."