California Fire And Life

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Nicky watches Paul Gordon walk out of the Starbucks with a cappuccino in his hand. Arrogantly oblivious to the possibility that the world might injure him.

The driver trails him across the almost empty parking lot toward the bank where Gordon walks up to the automatic teller, rests his cappuccino on the ledge, puts in his card, and taps his foot while the machine hums.

Nicky watches from the backseat as Dani lowers the front passenger window and rests the machine pistol on the edge.

Gordon gets his cash, grips his two hundred bucks in one hand and his coffee in the other, and turns into the spray of bullets that smash into his chest. The cappuccino splashes all over his bloodstained shirt as he falls to the hot asphalt.

"You're fired," Nicky says.