Chapter Five

Priyanka recovered from the shock as quickly at she could. She didn’t even realize that she had fallen down. She scanned the crowds for Farzad. Through the chaos, she saw him dash towards the exit. But she had bigger problems on hand. The skinny guy had fortunately lost her in the crowd. She picked up two bottles off the bar and snuck up to him from behind. He spun around just in time to get a bottle broken right in his face. The alcohol blinded him and his semiautomatic fell, when his hand hit the railing to the dance floor. Priyanka lost no time, and stuck the broken bottle right in his throat. He didn’t scream, he couldn’t. He just bled to death.

Priyanka picked up her hand bag and took off towards the exit herself. Where was Farzad? She ran to the parking lot. There he was, drunk as ever, fumbling with his car keys. The parking lot was nearly empty. She walked up to him and tapped him on his right shoulder, “Need some help with that?”

Farzad froze. He turned around and starred down the barrel of her Glock 17, “You’ve been fired”. The gunshot echoed through the empty parking lot.

The police arrived. They found the body of Farzad Rakunha, right hand man of a dangerous drug lord know as The Sir, lying cold beside his Chevrolet Optra. No one else was found in the parking lot.