4.10

I stood, facing the villain. My revolver felt good in my hand, like a heavy feeling of security. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." He stopped reaching for his own gun. "You see, even if you think you can draw faster than I can fire, I have two friends standing behind you and they're trained on your head. We'd rather take you alive, but it's not necessary. And don't worry about your little friends. They probably won't make it either." I felt like winking at him, but thought better of it. It would probably be unprofessional to gloat.

I could see the wheels in the man's head revolving around the idea of fighting or running. I could feel the gun in my hand screaming with all its force. I could see my friends behind the bugger just waiting for an excuse to open fire.

It was the best case I had ever led.

I might get a promotion.

I might get a raise.

I would win.

And yet, I had a sinking feeling that my backup were double agents. So I woke up.

Best dream ever.