[ WP ] You are walking with a co-worker on a busy city street and stop to bend down to re-tie your shoe while your co-worker walks on . You stand up only to someone assassinate your co-worker with a silenced pistol ; then calls someone saying , `` I thought you said there would be two . ''

'What is this feeling?', I asked myself. 
 I had been feeling this since the morning, this feeling of terror, a feeling which turned out to be a premonition. 
 I suddenly felt that I was falling down, but caught myself in mid-air. 
 Mike chuckled and told me to tie my shoelaces. 
 I returned to reality and saw that my shoes had indeed come untied. 
 
 I did just what he said. As I bent down, that feeling returned. I decided to shrug it off. As I did, Mike continued walking. I looked up and saw two things at once. One, he had created a five foot gap between us, and two, a man coming out from a side alley, grabbing a silenced pistol from his jacket, grabbing Mike and pulling him into said alley, and shooting him. 
 
 At that moment, I froze. I was still bent, only my face was up and I had just become witness to the assassination of one my co-workers and friends. I did n't know how to react, but I knew had to stay calm because I had just been walking with Mike. I was quite certain that if I stepped any further, the man would see me. I again bowed my head and pretended to tie my shoe. Okay, Mike is dead. You just saw it, and you ca n't do much about it. Two shots to the chest would probably kill anyone, and by the way the assassin had grabbed Mike, it was quite possible that Mike was in that dumpster that I knew was in that alley. 
 
'I thought you said there would be two.', I heard the man say. 
 A tremor went down my spine when I heard the next sentence,'Tying his shoelaces?' 
 Oh, crap. Now I could n't even make a run for it if I wanted to. He knew I was right behind him and if I ran, he would probably run after me. or worse, one of his accomplices would do to me what he had done to Mike. 
 Then, I did something I never thought that I would have to do in life. 
'HELP!!', I yelled at the top of my voice, A lot of people stopped and looked at me. 
'HELP! My friend just got shot in that alley and the guy who did it is standing right there!' 
 A few people with hockey masks and sticks and the like actually turned around to see where I was pointing. A few policeman from the intersection came running, their weapons drawn. 
 
'There is no one here in this alley!', one of the guys with the hockey equipment said.'What?', I managed a single word in a weak voice. My throat felt a little sore. 
'Yes, sir. There is no one in this alley.' 
'That's not right. Wait, then how do you explain where my friend went?' 
'Who?', one of the policemen asked. 
'The guy who I was walking along with before I bent down to tie my shoe! That's who!', I said, urgently. 
'Not to be rude or anything, but I was behind you, and you have been walking alone since you left the restaurant.' A guy behind me said. 
 I turned around. 
 
 It was the assassin.
