CHAPTER 1
ok this is a concept story. need feedback if this has an interest, i'll write from different pov, to finish. thank you.
The sun hit my face waking me up, more startled me awake. I grabbed my gun from under my pillow turned and aimed. Just sunlight but these days you never know. I sat up clearing the cobwebs and sleep from face. I sat my gun on the make shift end table. It was really just some old milk crates, but it did the job. I sat up and washed off, while doing my hygiene I searched my cell phone, looking for a name and/or a number. Not really sure what exactly. I had more less given up, it was a matter of time. I had gotten into a pickle. Not sure how to get out alive, I was basically just interested in causing as much collateral damage to my pursuers as possible before I met my demise. I was no weapons expert, I was old fashioned. I knew multiple disciplines in martial arts, very fluent in three languages, but never acquired the taste for a gun. I knew how to shoot and could hold my own but wasn't fond of one and would drop it to pursue hand to hand combat quicker then most. Finally a name showed up, Barry. This guy was a card, very metro and fashionable. But he could lend me some cash. I wouldn't bother with the specifics; after all I wouldn't be alive to pay him back. Just get some dough, buy some explosives and a small arsenal, make my stand and see what happens, I was tired of running. I picked my sidearm up slapped the clip in and headed out.
I approached a table where Barry was preoccupied by honeys in bathing suits near the pool. Sure a few weeks ago this would be my cup a tea, but now that didn't matter. I stalked slowly observing the area. Anyone looked suspicious, escape routes, but who was I kidding? I was paranoid inside but I was so numb it didn't bother me, I could keep a calm face, and not show my panic. I spooked Barry when I sat. I unknowingly sat for a few seconds before he realized I was next to him.
"God, man where you come from?" Barry asked
"The streets." I said with sarcasm and lacked amusement. "Look all I want is the money. Then I'll be done and out of your life." I said smugly.
"Well you'll just pay back fifteen percent, since you are a repeat borrower. This should get you what you need, or want." Barry said laying the bag in front of me. I started to peer into the bag and check, but Barry was honest for a money launderer, he was odd but good. As the paranoia battle in my head kicked in I noticed something. Almost convinced myself it was nothing when a bullet grazed my shoulder connecting with the table. I let out a yelp, grabbed the bag with my left hand and tried to flip the table over with my right but the pain struck and the table just capsized. Barry fell to his back his legs flailing in the air. I squatted behind the table, "Damn it" I thought not yet. But my concern was for Barry. I had got him in the line of fire. I die, I was fine with that. But Barry didn't deserve it even if his shirt did. I returned fire, helping Barry up. I saw a cover behind a bricked décor lining the walk way. It was about three feet high but enough for cover. I shoved Barry to go and returned fire. Barry was screaming who knows what as people all around went into a frenzy. This was enough to help us escape. Barry's Explorer was close so we hopped in, Barry drove off. With the adrenaline slowing, the pain hit me. I remember hearing Barry screaming at me as I feel into black…