Dave heard his bell ringing. At this late hour, it was most definitely the pizza delivery service he had called less than 30 minutes ago. He moved toward the door, with each step cursing the fact that he was still having severe cramps. The cold shower had apparently just been agonizingly cold with no other effects. He would have to have a talk with Desmond about this when he went back to the gym.
Dave opened the door and was instantly alerted that something was wrong. The pizza delivery man was not wearing a work uniform, and the way he was holding the pizza was awfully unprofessional. He was holding it by the edge making it bend, and his left hand was tucked suspiciously inside his pocket as if he was holding something.
"S'up, cunt," spat the 'pizza delivery guy'.
Immediately, Dave slammed the door shut and lunged to the side. Only to hear a loud explosive sound and notice a pervasive smell of gunpowder.
