friends hurting friends

2022-08-10

There are 5 or 6 friends who hang out at a rooftop bar together most nights.

Unbeknowngst to the others, the lady starts hiring one of the friends to be a hitman and assassinate targets of her choosing. He does this for a while and is good at it and doesn’t get caught.

Then one day, the lady hires the guy to kill one of his friends.

We don’t know whether he agrees to do this or not.

But somehow or another, all of the other friends start to suspect something is up.

The guy talks his friend into helping him rob a convenience store. They do that, and when they are leaving all of the rest of the friends are there outside to confront them. The guy surrenders his friend to the group, and I think they’re going to kill him in some kind of a fit of mob justice while the guy escapes. Which is a very clever way for the guy to fulfill his contract without actually killing anybody.

But I’m there, the spirit of vengeance, the avatar of justice, a masked and shirtless luchador. I pounce on the guy from behind and wrestle him to the ground as the friends close in on the other guy.

I hear a gun shot.

I check myself. I’m not hit.

I look at the mob. The friend is okay, and they’re all okay.

I look at the guy. He is clutching his chest and bleeding out on the ground.

I have assassinated the assassin.