Too lazy to look for old thread, therefore only the sequel:
"What do you mean?" I ask, "Who sent you? How did you know I executed this file? How do you know my private email address? And-" Pain! In my arms! And my head! F***ing good timing, body.
"Relax, anon, you are safe now. I am you new owner, you know? I will take good care of you. You just have to let go."
"You are what?!" The pain numbs my fingers.
"Sit down," she opens the back doors of the limousine "this might be a little uncomfortable."
"What the hell did you do to me?!" I scream, reaching for my gun. Luckily, I get it out. Routine kicks in, front sight, rear sight, her center of mass. Reluctantly. She looks so unearthly calming...
"What- ? No! Oh come on, we both know you will not hurt me."
I cock the hammer and back up as the pain allows me.
"Ssshh. Everything is fine. Put the gun down, lay down and -" How can she be so calm?! And her dress, perfectly chosen for a first meet- what?
"Back off!" I shout "I will leave NOW!" Slowly I stumble in the direction of my car. The pain is intense!
My legs also start tingling , and with a piercing pain in the foot I'm going down.
"Careful anon, don't hurt yourself!" The worried tone of her voice seems genuine as she moves towards me. The numb feeling in my hands looses the grip on the gun. It turns in my hand needlessly and finally comes off my finger, hitting the ground. The drawback of old guns: it actually does not have drop safety. With a loud bang my mind explodes in pain and fades in darkness.
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