"is it a man or monster that looks at me?" jon asked him self looking deeply into the mirrior. jon is a half breed catrl, and has got him self into trobel yet agin.

behind him a bloody trail of murder and violence. in front is a long trail of salvation, he wonders if he will make it or will he fail and burn in hell for his sins.

"two in the chest...one in the head." this is is mantra.

he always says it to him self befor a job. the public bathroom stunk of shit, uren, and the cleaning sultion that is suposed to cover it up. he reaces into his reaches for his chest feeling for the gun in its holster. dessert eagel, it was his first gun and the last. jon whould rarely use it, it is a bitch to clean up after. his first job left the victem heand less. barley a reconizebal part to determan who he was.

" two in the chest... one in the head." he repeates

foot steps... its game time.

jon rips the gun from the holster. BANG!!

the bullet leaves the chaber before the recoil, its a short destance throght a wood door to the target.

Thunk!

target hit. 11 bullets left.

jon burst throught the doorof the restroom to the bar, ther on the ground laid his victem. its one of the Dons body guard. he was on the floor holding most of his internal organs up in place. jon had clipet him on the kidney.

BANG!

right throught the head. farliy clean shot.

" there over by the shiter!" came an oh so familer voice.

jon wips the gun and fires, just in time to blow of another guardes arm pulling up an SMG.he screams in pain as there is a rush of blood splurted from his arm and covering him and his comrade.

BANG! another one bites the dust.

9 bullets left

several more come runing in guns blazing. jon ducks and runs for the bar counter

" pin him down." "dont let him doubel back." they were now screaming orders.

-silence-

click...

the silenc was broken as a grenade was hureld twords the attakers. the exsplosion rocket the foundation and sent them screaming in pain.