There was pindrop silence in the corridor, the white bright led lights illuminated the whole area just as it was designed by Harry who owned the place. But it was eerily quiet and Harry could hear his own heartbeat as loud as the tum tum drums of west Africa. AK-47 on hand he surveyed his surroundings but just as he turned around a bullet pierced through his "bullet proof" vest and instantly killed him, he silently cursed as he felt his breath leave him.He regretted putting effort only in his career and nothing else only for his life to end like this he felt wasted, oh well. He couldn't control what happened and so he dispelled his feelings.

The light around him faded fast and he could only think of heaven he'd been good enough he deserved at least that.