What if, I had gone that day. Shot my shot, I would be dead but would I even have met the guy I was after. That was the first excercise my secretary made me do to face my fear of missing out and as I told her I would have left the office, written down a note saying I'm closed, no expectations means no issue.
If I found that note I would have gone to the police all you would have done is made yourself an idiot infront of the police. You would have been made fun of.
I don't like the sound of that.
Fighting was the only way to get out of it I said to her, to pay my dues, I would have looked extra hard that day in front of that mirror, would wanna squeeze my eyes out, but she stopped me from finishing stop dramatisizing you poet. No baby doll in sight and I was out and wasn't coming back and my goal was infultrating their hideout. The place would be guarded but I would have been let in so I would find a way to get in an open vent maybe, because I work for the family business, family helps family he would have said. Maybe even holding a cat on his lap he was unoriginal wouldn't take that past him, he was dirty too so he would try ambushing me.
He had three men, his right hand, his left hand and his center, now the center is the brains of the operation, the guy behind in the back of every mans head, he was a former buddy of mine. I wouldn't put it past if I was knocked out without a second thought, while I am weak anger was never my best attribute, bam hit in the head by a metallic crowbar, shot twice in the neck and left for dead.
What else what would you do differently she said.
I'm a smart detective probably planned that out beforehand so instead I would have moved a bit to the right dodged the crowbar and uppercut the center, the only men left would be the right and the left, they both play hookie but their weaknesses were always the opposite hand, the right can't use his left and the left has issues with his right hand. I would have used three of my six bullets right there, one for each hand and one for my brothers head.
Would your brother even be there she said but she had a point.
Who'd even say my brother would show up, we were the same in strength but he played dirty had his men do his job for him, why now of all days would he get his hands dirty for little ol me, but lets assume his ego made him show the only option would be to pump out my last rounds for my brother. It wouldn't be that easy would it?
If he can gas your wife wouldn't he do the same for you.
What if he gased the place before I even enter wouldn't get past him. Was he even expectin me, that revenge of his was months ago, not that recent but that letter was quite recent a few weeks ago. My beards itchy, when was the last time I saw the sun, when was the last time I sat there enjoyed someone elses meal, that was a long time ago, I'm a changed man, so something has to change.
Sure this was a hassle what about sight seeing and starting business as usual.
No no I have another gift for you.
I burned my place to the ground, I got a buddy from a long time ago, he sent out a missing peoples rapport with my name written all over it. I don't need to be alive anymore, I just needed a changed name, forget Stallone, call me Giovanni, I'll let the feds take care of the case for me, got the evidence proving them guilty as Stallone's last works ever published. A new beginning.