Thomas and Richard

Thomas gulped nervously. Today was the day. He and his best friend Richard were currently in Richard’s car driving down to the bar. It was their usual hang out spot but today would be different. Thomas had recently become in debt to a man named Dio, a powerful leader in the town of Oseport. If Thomas didn’t do exactly as was told to him, he was dead. Quite literally. Currently injected into his neck was a detonator and if he ever lied or disobeyed Dio it would detonate.

Dio had given Thomas one task. Shoot his best friend. Richard had no idea of the fate that was coming, nor did he notice Thomas’s new ear piece that he wore. Everything was going smoothly. Thomas didn’t know why Richard was a target on a mob bosses hit list, but he was searching for any kind of loophole he could. 

“Hey you alright bro?” Richard asked, noticing Thomas’s distracted nature. Thomas smiled though waving his hand a bit. 

“Yeah yeah sorry. Just a tad distracted.” He admitted laughing. “The new job has been piling lots of work on me, most of it I don’t wanna do.” He admitted making sure he never told a lie, not sure if the bomb in his throat could detect any lie or just lies made to the mob boss. Richard frowned, clearly concerned, but let it go beginning to talk about his own job for the rest of the ride.

The duo soon arrived at the bar, and Richard headed in without a care. Their time always went the same. The two would drink, and Richard would drink a bit too much. When he did so he would head to the bathroom, and proceed to throw up. That would be his time to strike but...what did he do? He couldn’t kill his best friend right? 

The two began to drink. Time was running out. Richard now a few drinks in had seemingly completely forgotten about how odd Thomas was acting. The poor guy was such a lightweight. A few more drinks and he would head to the bathroom. The place of his death. Thomas nervously pretended to drink, knowing that he couldn’t find his way out of this situation. 

Time passed quickly, far too quickly as ten minutes seemed more like one under the stress of his situation, and Richard was soon stumbling to the bathroom. Finally he felt the earpiece come one.

“Thomas? Thomas?” Came a heated voice. Dio. Seems he was out of time.

“I’m here.” Thomas said, gulping as he did so. 

“It’s time isn’t it. Go and finish your task.” Dio told him, no commanded him. Thomas had to go and complete his mission. Thomas slowly got up and headed to the bathroom, hearing his friend vomit from the drinks. He sighed nervously, preparing the gun, opening the bathroom door. He turned eyes wide in confusion as Thomas lifted the gun, and fired.

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The next day Thomas arrived at the mob leaders house eyes a tad more dead than yesterday. Shooting his best friend had been...painful to say the least. He walked directly to the man's office knowing he wasn’t supposed to delay. Dio smiled as he arrived.

“Ah welcome my friend. Looks like you did your job.” He said and Thomas nodded. “Good good. Don’t worry now that you’ve done that you only have a few more jobs for me.” Thomas looked up, eyes wide about to protest, but the mob boss tapped his own neck, the same spot the mini bomb had been planted and Thomas remembered his place looking down. “Good boy.” Dio said and got up. “You know your place. That's good. Now why don’t you go get some rest. Your next job will be here soon.” Thomas winced but nodded and headed home slowly. 

Dio couldn’t be happier. Seems he put his faith in the right people once again. He headed outside chuckling and got into his limo, going for his daily trip to the beach side. Thomas was outside in a nearby alley way, whispering into a walkie talkie. “He’s leaving now.” The other person nodded, turning off his end, waiting calmly. 

It wouldn’t be long until the mob boss was getting close to the spot. A cliff that was needed to get to the beach. And sadly for him that would be the end of the road. The driver began to make the turn and avoid the long drop, when a small sound was heard as a silenced sniper round hit through the window, piercing the man's skull. He fell against the wheel, going straight forward sending Dio and his driver to their premature death. 

Richard smiled calmly at his handiwork. He had killed lots of people for Dio, learned things he wasn’t supposed to. He was thankful Dio put his faith in the wrong person. He was also thankful that Dio was an idiot. The man had commanded Thomas to shoot Richard. He never said it had to be a kill. Even a simpleton would have realized how to avoid this fate. 

Richard slowly got up and began to hobble away, the bullet wound in his foot slowing him down but he was thankful as it was a reminder he was alive.