[ WP ] You open your fortune cookie . It has only one word . `` Run '' .

`` Ugh. I'm stuffed,'' Tony grunted as he pushed he plate to the end of the table. 
 
 `` Me too. Why do we always do this? I feel like I'm going to explode,'' Shelby replied. 
 
 The waitress walked up and placed their check and two fortune cookies at the end of the table after she thanked them for their business. Tony and Shelby were regulars at this Chinese buffet, eating there at least two nights a week after closing their store. They owned a small shop next door selling high end antiques. 
 
 Tony went to grab the check from the table and distribute their cookies as he noticed one of the employees glaring at him from behind the grill. Tony gave him a puzzled look as he had never seen him in the restaurant before. 
 
 Shelby opened her cookie and took a bite. She discarded the wrapper and the fortune inside. `` These things are always so generic. I hate reading these.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't just leave me hanging like that! You know I love reading them.'' Tony remarked. 
 
 `` If you can imagine it. You can achieve it.'' Shelby read aloud, `` See, they're so lame!'' 
 
 Tony lays a $ 20 down on the ticket then cracks his cookie open. He looks up to where the man eyeballing him was standing and notices he was no longer there. 
 
 `` Hmm. That's weird.'' Tony begins, `` It only says'Run'.'' 
 
 `` Let me see that!'' Shelby exclaims, `` You're messing with me!'' 
 
 She snatches it out of his hands and reads it. `` Run. Why would it -- -'' 
 
 BANG. 
 
 Shelby's head slams down onto the table as her lifeless body slumps down into the booth. The man from behind the grill is standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a gun in hand. 
 
 Tony is in shock and covered in blood. He freezes for a second until he realized his fortune cookie must have been right. 
 
 He bolts out of the restaurant as he hears Chinese shouting from behind him and three men in pursuit of him. He ran to his shop next door because they always had a shotgun in the back after a robbery last month. As he fumbles with the door key, the three men began shooting and shouting. They shot out the window right as Tony got the door opened and took off inside to the back office. Luckily, their store used to be a bank, so the back office had concrete walls so he could hopefully hold them off until the police arrived. 
 
 As Tony secured the office door, gunshots were ricocheting off the store inventory and the walls. He was absolutely mortified. He picked up the phone and began to dial 911. 
 
 `` Emergency Services, what is your emergency?'' 
 
 `` Yes, this is Tony Morgan. My wife was just shot and I'm being chased by three men with guns. I need help now! I'm at...'' 
 
 The line disconnected. 
 
 He hung he phone up and tried again on his cell phone. 
 
 `` Emergency Services, what is your emergency?'' 
 
 `` This is Tony Morgan again. I was...'' 
 
 `` Sir. You're on your own. Do n't waste your time calling. Everyone is already after you.'' Click. 
 
 
 Tony's mind is racing. He has no idea what to do. He looks at the monitor with the security cameras and sees the three men scouring the store's inventory as if they're looking for something. He loads his shotgun and keeps watching the cameras in hopes they'll find whatever they're looking for and leave so he can escape. 
 
 On the monitor he sees four police officers walk in and join the Chinese men in their search. They're throwing everything around, looking under everything, and crashing the display cases. 
 
 `` What are they looking for?!'' Tony wonders out loud. `` What on earth have I done?!'' 
 
 He begins to look around the office where they keep new inventory and in the corner he sees a large box he did n't notice before they left. It was addressed to him. This was odd since normally packages are always addressed to the store name. So he opens it. 
 
 `` No. This ca n't be real. This ca n't be here. I ca n't have this. I have to get out of here.''
