Donnie

“Here, put this on.” Dustin handed Donovan a mask which the latter hurriedly pulled on. Dustin followed suit.

“Ever shot a gun before?” He asked as he slipped the key into the ignition. He turned it causing the vehicle to roar to life.

“Yeah.”

“Really?” He looked a tidbit shocked.

“Yeah. You seem surprised.”

“I am.”

“I once worked at a shooting range.”

“Oh that explains it.”

“Pretty much.”

“Great. Get strapped.” He said and Donovan did the needful. Dustin swerved onto the dirt road before speeding ahead, causing a cliff of dust behind the truck.

“Stay put.” He said to Donovan as he parked the truck right abeg before walking towards a few guys.

“Hey brother.” One of the men acknowledged Dustin.

“How’s it going man?” He responded and exchanged handshakes with all three men, except the one on his knees, a bag over his head, his hands and legs; bound.”

“Is that him?” Dustin asked the leader.

“You tell me.” He gruffed, giving him the go-ahead to take the paper bag off. Dustin did and stare