Story #6: A Bad Christmas

A BAD CHRISTMAS

Where do I begin. I was traveling to Tanzania, for work, right before christmas. I had slept the whole plane ride there, and those seats were pretty comfy. When I got off the plane, it was hot, and a SUV was waiting there for me. I hadn't expected that because in my line of work, I rarely got this kind of luxury. Being a sniper for hire had its benefits, and this is not one of them. When I got over to the SUV, I was greeted by the driver. As I approached, he greeted me, "Ah, Mr. Black, so nice to finally meet you. I am Mr. Sneed. My employer is eager to meet you. If you will please get in the car, I will take you to him." Now I wish I hadn't got in that SUV.

As we were going to meet Mr. Sneed's employer, I noticed three cars pull up behind us. I couldn't see the faces in my mirror, the windows were tinted, a little bit too tinted. I started to get nervous, but with my years of experience, I didn't show it. Then out of nowhere, there was gunfire. Before I could do anything, I got hit in the left shoulder. It wasn't bad, just a scrape, but it hurt. I turned to look at Mr. Sneed, and he had a .45 pointed at me. I walked right into his trap.

After I was bound, He said, "Now, I bet you are wonderin what is goin on. Well you see, I don't have no employer. You Mr. Black," he said softly pacing back and forth, "killed my brother, two months ago. Now you will pay." Then he knocked one of his goons knocked me out.

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, and my hands zip tied together. One of his henchmen was standing there. Over an intercom, I heard Mr. Sneed slyly say, "Grock, you may begin," followed by hysterical laughing.

"You don't want to do this," I calmly stated as Grock walked towards me. He hit me with a handheld taser first, then a few punches. When he was through, my face was swollen, I had a broken rib, and a dislocated shoulder, but this was child's play to me.

Suddenly, Grock was startled when I started laughing. My laughing grew louder and louder, and more hysterical by the second. I started screaming,"That's the best you have! I've seen a first grader hit harder than you! I will kill you with the zip ties on my hands." I was going crazy there, I admit, but it scared the crap out of everyone. "AAARRGGHH!" I screamed as I broke the zip ties. As I stood up, Grock tried to run away, but he was to slow. I grabbed him, and knocked him out with two blows, one to the sternum, and one straight to jaw. I broke down the door, and forced my way out the compound.

I came out with a few grazes, but other than that, I was fine. I got to the nearest car, broke in, and hot wired it. As soon as I was driving off, in the mirror, I could see about a hundred soldiers flooding out of the compound. Luckily, I was going about 130 in one of the Humvees, I was long gone by the time they knew what had happened. As I was driving away, I said under my breath, "This is not the last time you will see me Mr. Sneed. Not by a longshot."