The White Death

Chapter lV

The slender man stood atop a lone hill overlooking the Canadian/US border crossing point. He licked his lips.

About fucking time.

He skillfully half jogged down the hill, letting gravity do most of the work. He emerged from the tree line. Cars piled up in rows. A few busses waited for their turn to move on.

The gun in his waistband urged him forwards. Almost as a magnetic pull of magnets he was drawn to it.

BEEP

A car hit his leg almost knocking him off balance. "FUCK OFF." He growled at the lady. He slammed his hand on the hood of the Toyota for emphasis and continued walking towards the mediocre building. All around him people's heads swiveled in their seats to stare. The man barely noticed, only really focused on the security cameras. This will be a show.

He swing open the glass door and stood in line to see the border patrol "officer." A lady stood in front of him. He whispered over her left shoulder "Know how to really get this line goin?" He licked his lips sloppily. Her face twisted in disgust when she saw.

He didn't give her time to respond, instead pulling out the gun from under his black jacket. Her eyes widened and she shrieked and ran out of the doors. All eyes were on the shiny metal in his hand. He spun around looking everyone in the eyes.

"Why don't we talk about how slow the service is here huh?" He smiled and waltzed up to the closest officer with a gun pointed his direction.

"DON'T YOU MOVE ANY CLOSER." He eyed the officer, unimpressed. The man ran a hand through his tangled hair and put his hands up.

"N.. now drop the gun."

He chuckled and took another step forward. "I sa.. said stop." The man continued his advances until he was looking down the barrel of the officer's pathetic handgun. Slowly he grabbed it out of the shaky hands and shot him as he stood.

A different gun fired. The man's head swiveled around. His leg stung. "Fuck." He glared at the short fat guard, "You fucking shot me." In a quick movement he gunned him down with an unnecessary amount of bullets. For emphasis of course.

Sirens sounded in the distance he turned his head slightly toward the sound. "Guess we'll have to make this quick," with a gun in each hand he expertly executed the remaining cowering civilians and guards.

Blood spattered across the floor onto the ceiling. Satisfied he danced around playfully to the back room and checked the handle. Locked. Not for long. With a swift kick he knocked the wooden door open.

He flipped the switch and in what appeared to be a broom closet sat one last treat.