Gunshots rang out.

The sky as dark as the depths of the deepest ocean.

He panted.

One hand clung to his leather jacket.

Stumbled but kept along well enough.

Where did he park?

"Are you alright?"

They kept running.

He didn't look back.

"Right as rain, Boss-man."

But he wasn't.

He knew he wasn't.

He'd done it.

Taken it.

Taken a bloody bullet.

Just like he always said.

Just like he promised.

No.

Swore.

Loyal.

Faithful.

Never one to complain.

A bullet in his side.

Blood on his hands.

He was loyal.

A good man.

Best mate.