Gamble Till You Drop
Boom… The dark sky flashed white. It was pouring in Miami. The bright, neon light were flickering on and off. The usually overcrowded streets were nearly empty, save for a few stragglers. It was a dreary, dark morning in mid September. Sean Worken wished he could stay home. But he had a job to do.
Sean had two hours to finish what he started. Already it had put his family in too much danger. He had to stop it soon or his family… his family. His beautiful wife Natasha, his two athletic sons; Bryan and Matt. He loved them more than anything and thought of them as he drove to the warehouse in Coral Gables.
The warehouse wasn't big, but it was a decent size. Its been empty for as long as Sean could remember, making it a perfect place to finish the job.
It only took him fifteen minutes to get there. When he did, his acquaintance Jerry Martians was sitting at a small square table. The chair looked uncomfortable, maybe that's what cause the uneasy look on Jerry's face, but Sean didn't think so.
"Sean. Do you have it?"
"Yes. Everythings here." Sean pointed to the black briefcase in his hand.
"Good. Put it on the table so we can settle this once and for all." Jerry said, turning to face hime.
Sean nervously handed him the case. Jerry opened it. As he quicked counted, Sean studied gim. Tall, muscular he had brown hair and black hair with some gray.
"Why is therew only six. You owe my ten. Where is the rest of my money? You said you would have it!" Jerry yelled and stoof close to him, his face burning with red.
"I only owe you six grand." Sean stared at his face.
"I've given you enough chances. It's over." Jerry slipped something out of his pocket before it all went black.