A small black hybrid rolled to a stop, parking neatly within
the lines in bay 435B.
An average looking man stepped out, glancing around casually
as he placed his strikingly bright red briefcase on the hood of the car and
began to put in the code.
“Simon!”
He didn’t turn around, although he did brush some lint from
a pocket.
“Simon!”
He turned around and raised his hands when he saw the gun.
“Sorry, I’m Peter-“
“No more lies!“
Peter died. So did Simon, once he took out the gunman.
Robert left the scene with his strikingly bright red
briefcase.
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