ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR.

The sound of the perimeter alarm blares through my phone, and I roll out of bed, snagging my gun from the bedside table.

The door to my room creeks open, and I can make out that there are at least four men in my hotel suite. I lean against the cold wall, silently waiting for the right time to strike.

Being outnumbered, I can’t afford to mess my timing up.

I look towards my room and shadows made up of four different figures creep along the wall.

Swiftly, all four men move to each corner of my bed, they look at each other and nod, firing their weapons, and bullets spray the mattress, lighting the room up.

I watch them through the ensuite mirror.

One of the men pulls the blanket back, revealing the empty bed, and they look around the room confused.

Spinning around, I raise my arm, lightly stepping into the room and I fire my gun four times, putting a bullet in each of their heads.

I stand over their wounded figures, firing my gun another four times, putting a bullet in each of