The noise of the city never stops, people are always talking and cars are always driving. Something is always happening. David stood on the roof across from the Ontario Art Gallery, a cold breeze running through his jacket. His face was masked in a ski mask he conveniently found in his closet the previous night. He had been waiting there for a hour. A long and painful hour. He had been running the scenario through his head constantly. He knew he needed to pull the trigger.
He had told Brenda that he was needed for a business dinner, to meet his new partners. He had nearly cried as he kissed her and the children good-bye. A tear or two had leaked out, but his family, delighted and proud of him, had mistaken them for tears of happiness. That made it so much worse. He knew he had to fix this but currently it seemed hopeless.
As he waited on the roof a few thoughts ran through his head. One of the first thoughts in his head was regarding the location. He was so close to his target yet the briefcase contained a disassembled sniper rifle. He did not know which kind since he had no prior experience with guns and simply followed a booklet he found in the case, instructing him on how to assemble it. As looked out at the downtown area of Toronto he was in, he could see plenty of places that would be better suited . There were farther away and less conspicuous places, places where he could shoot and get out without being close to the carnage. The weapon and the location did not match.
Not only did the weapon and the location not match but the location was bad no matter how he thought about it. He was so close, once he fired a shot, they would be all over him. There was way he could get away without being seen. From a farther distance getting away would be much more feasible.
Also, it was a Tuesday. Who goes to an art exhibit on a Tuesday? It seemed very strange to him. The date aside, however, he knew he had to find a way out.
A black car turned around the corner and parked right in front of the main entrance. David hurriedly lifted the weapon on to the ledge of the building and looked through the scope. A large man exited the car and walked to the back seat door. He opened it, and a man walked out. The man left the car with his towards towards David, his face shielded from view. David's heart jumped with panic. He could not tell if this was his target or not. He had spent all of the previous night memorizing the face to the best of his abilities but in that moment it had all been in vain. The man walked towards the entrance. David had the gun focused on him.
“Pull the trigger.”
“But what if it's not him.”
“But what if it is.”
“I can't risk it.”
“You can and you will, his car matches the description. He's on time.”
“I can't do it.”
“You have to, he'll get away.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“SHOOT HIM.”
Blam!
The sound echoed through the streets. The screams came loudly, crying from the sidewalk below. Total chaos ensued.
David did not have time to look at the streets. The second after he pulled the trigger, he had dropped the gun. It made a thud on the roof as his feet pattered away. He jumped on to the stair way outside the building and made his quick decent, skipping steps in his haste. His heart pounded in his chest as his fear grew exponentially with each step.
Navigating the alleys ways he ran, aiming for the general direction of Kensington Market, only a few blocks away. He figured he could lose himself in the crowd there. It was a slim chance but it was the only plan he could think of. He did not know if anyone saw him and this uncertainty only made him more uneasy. Every footstep that was not his own made him want to scream.
He found a dumpster in the alley and quickly got rid of his jacket and mask, tossing them with the rest of the trash. He could only hope that it would throw any followers off his tail. Spadina Avenue was so close, all he had to do was cross the street to make it to Kensington.
Once he reached the street he dove into traffic, not bothering to take in whether or not it was safe. Horns blared loudly in his ears but he kept running and navigating his way through the vehicles. A car pulled in front of him, swerved in his way and stopped. A window opened and on the other side David saw the face of Mr. White.
“Get in,” he said.
Without a second though David opened the door and jumped in. The car took off, speeding down the streets, avoid obstacles with incredible precision.
“This is fucked,” said David, panting for breath. “How are we going to get out of this one.”
“These situations are not new to us,” said Mr. Black. “Unfortunately, you aren't allowed to know how we get away or where were going.”
“What?” Said David
The pain of a needle pierced his neck. The world began to go fuzzy. Everything began to slow and his hearing dulled. It was all fading away.
“I just want to go home,” David said before his consciousness faded to black.
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