Savages

99

“Stop!”

“Jesus Christ.” Ben’s knees give out from under him and he’s suddenly sitting on the floor with his face in his hands.

“Take the gun out.”

Chon slowly pulls the barrel from his mouth. Slowly because he feels like he’s moving underwater, and also because he doesn’t want to fuck up and shoot himself taking the gun out of his mouth.

“The next time that I ask you to do something, I assume that I will not hear ‘Fuck you’?”

Chon nods.

“Good. There is a man in San Diego who is giving me a problem. You will be called with details. If I don’t hear about his death within five hours, I will kill your friend. Buenos dias.”

Audio goes dead.

Screen goes blank.