A/N: This was an alternate ending I made up just to mess with my friend.
George walked gingerly out of the office, slamming the door behind him. A cool breeze blew through his jacket and up his shirt, producing goose flesh that overtook his chest and stomach. He looked around at the empty courtyard, looking, waiting for something to happen. It was then that he saw it, the end of his life, the very thing that would extinguish his existence. A flash of light, a reflection off of a scope not more than a hundred yards away.
"I wasn't quite sure if I heard the shot, but I remember jumping out of the way. The bullet hit the steps exactly where I was standing."
George lay on the ground, panting, a tree now between him and the sniper. He was safe for the time being, safe from the lunatic trying to kill him. There was only one problem, he couldn't stay there forever he would have to move eventually. Time was running out to find Cindy's heirloom.
"I had to think, I knew I couldn't out wait him, but I also knew I couldn't move. If I moved I was dead, there was only one option, distraction."
Slowly, George peered out from behind the tree. Instantly, he heard a bullet ricochet off of the concrete courtyard. Grunting as he pulled himself quickly behind the tree again, George had to think of a new plan. His mind was racing, going through all of the possible outcomes of everything he did. Like an advanced supercomputer, all of the possibilities were thought up and then checked off as each one led to his demise.
There was only one option. George pulled out his pistol and fired one shot from behind the tree. He waited and waited. Nothing happened.
"There was no way possible that I made that shot…or could I have?"
George peered around cautiously once more and saw from above the clock tower, a body hanging over the railing. Happily, and a little confused, George stood and rejoiced to know that he was in danger no more. He spread his hands out and laughed at the prospect of being alive to face another day.
It came out of nowhere, pain was absent, only the sound of porcelain hitting face. George collapsed instantly.
"Oh, sorry about that." David said from five stories up, "Didn't mean to knock that out of the window, my bad."
And so ends our tale.