[ WP ] You shoot three bullets into your best friend 's torso . You 're saving his life .

I momentarily lose grip of the steering wheel as the truck bounces on the dirt track, before quickly tightening my grip and continuing forward with the headlights blaring ahead of me. I chuckle to myself thinking, two fucking tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, and this is the shit I'm doing? Using the skills I was trained to use for the'greater good' against low life street thugs who've gotten on the wrong side of the wrong people? Pfft,'Pays good' I say to myself as I throw my cigarette out the window, seeing the truck ahead in the distance, waiting ominously in the field. 
 
 I hear whoever this guy is in the truck moving about, attempting to cry for help with the duct tape over his mouth, 
 
 `` ITS NO USE KID, STOP STRUGGLING, IT'LL BE DONE SOON'' I shout back to him. 
 
 They always do struggle I think to myself, survival and fear is a powerful cocktail when somebody realises they might not live to see tomorrow. I flash the headlights on and off twice as I always do, and whoever this thug is does the same. Just a precaution in case some hillbillies driving around at this time and mistakes this truck as someone who needs help, I chuckle to myself, now THAT would be a worst case scenario for a do-gooder. 
 
 As the truck slows to a halt, I open the door and hop out to light up another smoke, letting the sweet taste of Marlboro Red consume my lungs to help calm me down, it always has, and always will. 
 
 `` YOU READY?'' the man shouts from the other truck. 
 
 `` Hang on'' I shout back before taking another pull of the smoke, `` Just needa get my gun''. 
 
 I open the glove compartment and voila, once again, same weapons been left in this stolen car for me, a specialised Glock with a suppressor, whoever wants this guy in the back dead must want him gone bad to have paid someone to steal this truck, kidnap this guy and give me this gun, does n't matter to me who it is anyways, never has and never will. 
 
 I open the trunk to sit this skinny looking fuck with a duffel bag over his head shaking, with the smell of urine suggesting to me he's pissed his pants, I hate it when they do that, cant stand the smell. I grab the guy by his neck and hoist him out, he does n't seem to be struggling as much, just paralysed with fear I suppose, who would n't be, everyone's seen the movies, everyone knows the score. 
 
 `` Signal out here is fucking awful right?'' says the thug as I throw the kid to the floor just outside the unmarked grave. 
 
 I check mine, no bars. `` Agreed'' I say, ending the conversation quickly, they never do last long with these kinda guys anyways. 
 
 `` Take off the bag and duct tape for the picture, I got ta take a quick piss'' I say to the thug, who nods back slowly as I run behind the truck and start peeing quickly, wanting to get out of this eerily quiet field and go find a cheap hooker back in town. 
 
 I come back around and everythings off the kids head, and hes looking down at the floor with his... oddly familiar brown hair... no, you're not thinking straight, time to get this over with. 
 
 `` Look up to the camera now'' I said sternly, I take out my phone once again and go to the camera, focused on it to load so I can take this picture. 
 
 `` Tommy....tommy WHAT THE FUCK, TOMMY WHAT ARE YOU DOING'' the kid says, but this ai n't no kid, this is Jonathan. My heart sinks, wh..what the fuck is he doing... I start to feel dizzy, how is this happening?! Why is it him? He's an innocent kid? He's my best fucking friend, he's harmless? 
 
 `` You know this guy?'' the nameless thug asks me puzzled. 
 I dont speak for a few seconds 
 
 `` Sure I know him, we go way back, I..I cant do this to him, I've known him since I was 5 years old, get up Johhny we're leaving'' I say as I begin to walk towards him, before the gun clicks. 
 
 The thug points the gun at me `` You got 50gs for this, the boss aint gon na let this just slide, you made an agreement, now fulfil it, or do I have to do it for you?'' he says as he points the gun at the bloodied and bruised Jonathan. 
 
 
 `` NO WAIT, I'll do it'' I say quickly, as the thug turns his gun from Johhny and slowly keeps it aimed at me. 
 
 `` WH, tommy? You cant fucking do this?!'' Johhny says 
 
 `` Im sorry, I have to man..'' 
 
 `` ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT OR DO I HAVE T-'' 
 
 I fire the Glock calmly 3 times into Jonathan's torso, and Jonathan's eyes rapidly go from wide with shock, to rolling into the back of his head before he goes limp and slides into the unmarked grave, landing with a thud. 
 
 The thug laughs `` Hey man, for a second there I actually thought you were n't gon na d-'' BANG, I fire quickly, with no time for him to react, straight through his left eye and out the back of his skull the bullet goes, before wizzing off into the night. The thug falls like a tree just cut from the base, turns as he's falling, before smashing his face into the bonnet of his truck and falling into the dirt of the field we're in. 
 
 I drop the gun before running and leaping into the grave, I check Jonathans pulse... ALIVE, but bleeding slowly but surely, if I do n't get him to a hospital within 20 minutes he's gone. `` I'm so sorry man I'm so sorry'' I whisper as I hoist him out of the grave, before hoisting myself out. `` I'm gon na get you to safety man'' before carrying him to my car, opening the door with one hand before placing him carefully in the back. 
 
 I hop into the front before starting the engine quickly and hitting the accelerator, taking a swift turn back onto the dirt road and hitting the bumps again. I look into my mirror and see Jonathan still unmoving 
 
 `` I'm getting you to safety man, we're leaving this town'' I say before flooring the accelerator, hoping those 3 bullets, and years of military training would let those shots be non-fatal, and save my best friends life. 
 

