As the lock disengaged, I gripped my gun tightly and flung the door open. Inside the room at a large, wooden table were four men. Each of them had booze and it looked like they were in the middle of passing around a crack pipe.
Jamal was directly in front of me. His eyes widened as he tried to stand up and he reached for his gun. The others did the same, but they were all too slow. I pulled the trigger and shot Jamal in the face. Then, before they could even fully stand, I dropped the other three shit heads, too.
I felt like a kid on Christmas morning as I stepped further into the room and closed the door behind me. With a smile, I put a bullet in each of the men’s heads for good measure. It was over too quickly. It always was.
The sound footsteps rushing down the hall caught my attention. The others must have returned. As much as I wanted to walk over each and every one of the pieces of shit and leave out the front door, I knew better. I needed to be at least somewhat discreet.
I put my gun away and turned toward the window on the far side of the room. I threw it open and hefted myself through it. As I landed on the asphalt below, the sound of the room’s door flying open and slamming into the wall echoed outside.
“Jamal!” a man’s voice shouted.
I didn’t stick around and find out what else he had to say. I knew it would only take him a few seconds to realize I’d left through the window, so I took off down the alley.
Which word is on the path to freedom?