[ WP ] Two people stand at opposite ends of a closed hallway , guns pointed at one another ... .

Picture it in your head, a frozen tableau. At one end of the hallway, a tall bearded man, greasy brown hair, biker leathers. A gun gripped in one sweaty hand. At the other, a blonde wearing a tuxedo, smiling, holding a gun in a loose hold. She is not sweating. 
 
 `` You do n't have the guts, John,'' the woman said lightly. `` You never did. Remember that time you said you were leaving and then came crawling back the next day?'' 
 
 `` Shut up,'' the man, John growls. His hand is shaking slightly, metal slick and cool beneath his fingers. `` I wo n't be your bitch anymore.'' 
 
 The woman laughed, a delicate laugh as though she were at a dinner party. `` Oh, John, you say the most ridiculous things.'' 
 
 `` Stop calling me that. My friends call me John.'' 
 
 `` Dear, sweet John...'' the woman sighed, took a step closer. John tightened his grip on the gun, thumbed back the hammer. The woman ignored it. `` If only you had n't walked in on us, I could have let you live.'' 
 
 `` You'll be the one to die, cunt,'' John spat. `` I thought you were low, but that...? What kind of psycho are you?'' 
 
 The woman shrugged. `` Money's money. Oh, do n't give me that look, John. I know you understand me. If it were n't for my income, we'd both be out on the streets.'' 
 
 `` I could have gotten a job,'' the man said. `` I could have --'' 
 
 `` Could have? When you've been looking for years and never found it? You're useless, John. You're a liability. Who the fuck would want to hire you?'' 
 
 He took a step backwards. The blonde followed, a predatory smile upon her lips. `` You should n't point that thing at someone unless you mean to use it.'' 
 
 He opened his mouth. 
 
 A gunshot. 
 
 `` Now what am I going to do with the body...?'' 

