JUST A SMALL FAVOR

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TONI HAD BEEN BANGING ON THE DOOR FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE HOURS. HIS HAND HURT LIKE HELL AND IT WAS OBVIOUS THE OWNER WASN'T COMING BACK.

FUCK…THOUGHT TONI…WHAT NOW.

HE SAT ON THE DESK CHAIR AND TURNED TO THE MAN. TONI DIDN'T CARE HOW OR WHY THE MAN WAS HERE, JUST THAT HE KNEW THAT THE OWNER WANTED ONE OF THEM GONE AND BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

“HEY MAN, WHAT’S YOUR NAME?” THE MAN DIDN’T RESPOND, HE ONLY SOBBED QUIETLY.

WHATEVER MAN, YOUR NAME IS NOW JOHN…AS IN JOHN DOE.

TONI LOOKED OVER TO THE TOOL BOX ON THE FLOOR. IT LOOKED JUST LIKE THE ONE FROM HIS DAD’S SHOP; IT HAD THE WORD “CRAFTSMAN” ON THE FRONT, METAL, GRAY, TWO HINGE LOCKS ON THE FRONT, AND A HANDLE ON THE TOP. IT LOOKED OLD, RUSTED, AND HAD DENTS EVERYWHERE, JUST LIKE HIS DAD’S.

HE KNEW WHAT THIS WAS FOR, TONI JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ADMIT NOR ACCEPT WHAT HE WAS ABOUT TO DO TO POOR JOHN.

HE CAUTIOUSLY OPENED IT AND SAW IT CONTAINED NORMAL ALBEIT RUSTY TOOLS. THERE WAS A GREASY, OR WHAT APPEARED TO BE GREASE, RAG IN THERE AS WELL. HE PICKED UP A SEEMINGLY CLEAN TOOL OUT OF THE BOX. TONI LOOKED BACK AT THE MAN THEN AROUND THE ROOM, AND FINALLY DIRECTLY INTO THE LENS OF THE SECURITY CAMERA; NOTICING THE CAMERA WAS POINTING IN THE DIRECTION OF “JOHN” . HE SIGHED NERVOUSLY AND STARTED MAKING WAY TO HIM KNOWING THIS SITUATION HE WAS IN ONLY HAD ONE OUTCOME - IT WAS EITHER HIM OR THE MAN.

HE WAS HOLDING A PAIR OF PLIERS AND THE OWNER HAD A VULGAR SMILE.