Cold 1

The neighborhood was dimly lit by a half Crescent moon. The streets were empty save for some movements of domestic animals at intervals. The time was 10 pm and everywhere was quiet.
In the dark a shadow lurked, a shadow that belonged to a man, a man on a big black coat, black gloves on his hands and a black hat to cover his head which also hid away his face. He eyed his wrist watch from time to time and took a glance around like he was waiting for someone.

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From the far end of the streets, a couple approached, a man and a woman, holding onto each other, oblivious of their environment. They walked slowly and playfully and were so engrossed in each other that they didn't see the man walking up to them and when he stopped right in front of them, they jumped from fright and stopped dead in their track. The night was dark but with the aid of the moon, they could see the outline of the Glock as he pulled it from his trouser and pointed it in their face, the horror was visible in the face of the woman as her husband stared at their assailant with his mouth open.

"If you want our money, you can have it, all of them but please don't shoot us" the man found his voice while his female companion stuck to his side in rigid fear.
"The money, you can have it" the man repeated in a shaky voice to his silent assailant.
That was the last thing he said. He cocked the gun and before the couple could have enough time to think about it, he had pulled the trigger. Four loud bangs, two for each of them.