The fear from the employees radiated, and bounced off the walls as they all watched the man on the floor, groaning on the floor, unable to help himself. He was bleeding seriously, but what could they do? It was obvious that if anyone moved to try to help him, they would get shot too. Even the waiters, and waitresses had all stopped, watching everything in fear. “I asked who's next!?” The man screamed, and shivers ran through them. Like a vibrating engine, their bodies shook as their thoughts ran wild, thinking of the things that could possibly happen to them. Vera, who had heard the shot from the restroom where she was, stopped, and turned around. She knew it had to be a gunshot, or was there any other thing that could sound that way? Did they have a balloon at the party? No, a balloon couldn't be as loud, and pronounced as that. Seeing there was no other way to know than to find out, Vera took off her heels, and walked towards the door. She pulled it open softly, and exited the restroom, making sure the door didn't make a sound. As she walked through the little hall that would lead her back to the main restaurant, her heart rate sped up. It was quiet. Why was it quiet? Vera continued moving along the corridor, and when she could see the end of the corridor getting closer, she crouched down low, and crawled to the very end, and there she saw them. Everyone fixed in their spots, and the men in black talking among themselves in little voices. Slowly, with her heart thudding in her mouth, she went back the way she had come, and when she was back in the restroom, she immediately took out her cell phone with trembling fingers. “Oh, God. Oh, God…” she whispered in fear, as she tried to navigate her phone without accidentally tapping on other things. It was no easy feat. She only had to go to her contacts, but she had tapped on three different apps that had insisted on opening. “Damnit! Please stop!” She whispered frantically. Finally, she was able to go to her phone, and dial the emergency number to get the cops. “Hello? Hello?” She whispered, frantically, her eyes darting towards the door occasionally. “How may…” A female voice answered.“Robbers! I can't really say whether they're robbers or not, but they've got guns. They might as well be killers! I need you to hurry!” She continued to whisper frantically. “Okay, okay… I'm going to need you to say it again, a…” “Killers! Guns! Robbers! Man down!” She hissed, spitting the words out with desperate force. “Oh my God! Where are you right now?” The woman asked, and Vera rattled out the address to her immediately. “We'll dispatch our men there in seconds.” The woman assured, and ended the call. Vera held the phone to her raging heart, and moistened her lips, trying to take in deep breaths. A man was down already. She saw him, and he looked so miserable. She paced around the restroom, biting on her fingers, and waiting to hear the siren, hoping everyone would be okay, and that no one else would get hurt. Meanwhile, in the main restaurant, Charles had gotten to his feet. “You seem to be searching for someone.” He said, as he could see them checking the faces, and then a photo. He guessed he was the one, since he couldn't think of anyone else in the room who had as many enemies as he did. “Check it.” The one with a cracked voice ordered, and they immediately compared faces. “He is!” Came the reply, and a gun was cocked at Charles, which made almost everyone scream. A young guy was so terrified that his knees gave way, and he fell against the table, unfortunately pushing dishes to the floor. The dishes shattered, and spilled food on the floor, and the men turned with irritated looks in their eyes. “Who the hell is that!?” The man with the cracked voice demanded, and the guy held up both his hands in surrender. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Please forgive me!” He shouted, and the robber with the cracked voice walked to him slowly. The guy began to beg, and plead desperately. “You're sorry?” The robber asked, and to everyone's surprise, held his shoulders, bent, and kicked him in the stomach with his knee. The guy screamed out in pain, but the robber didn't stop. “Stop it!” Charles shouted. “If you're here for me, face me like a man!”“Who the hell is this shit?” The robber asked, dropping the boy, who landed heaped on the floor. He was bleeding from his mouth, and probably had a broken rib or two. “I'm supposed to kill you instantly, but I guess I'll torture you, uh?” He said, and unpredictably, he pointed his gun at someone else and shot. The person screamed, and groaned. His muffled grunts of pain filled the air, but the robber continued shooting. “I said stop it!” Charles shouted, but in seconds, the restaurant which was once filled with laughter, and joy was filled with cries, and pain. Vera, who heard the gunshots, backed against a wall, and sank, trying to cover her ears. She took her phone once more, and started calling for the cops again. “Pick it up!” She almost shouted. “He…” “Damnit! People are dying!” She shrieked, and started crying. They needed to be fast. “The cops have been sent out. Please hold on a little longer.” The lady said. Half the people in the restaurant were down on the floor, and Charles, and the assassins stood facing each other. “Ask if he's got any last words.” Another assassin said, as he crossed the room, unbuckling his belt. “Any last words? Say it for everyone because I'm going to shoot everyone in the head in seconds.” The assassin said. “Who sent you?” Charles asked. “That is none of your business, man!” “Tell me, who is it? When you get caught, you think they'll save you?” “Ha! You make me wanna play with you a little. Come on, do we look like we'll get caught?” He asked, smirking, and raised his gun at Charles, ready to pull the trigger. His index closed around it, and in seconds, it would have all been over except for the shrill police siren that broke the silence.