Anton raised the handle of the air gun to the lock on the door to room 138 of the Del Rio Regal motel. This is where the satchel should be, according to his receiver.

He squeezed the trigger of the air gun and it shot the lock across the floor of the motel room, he immediately raised his shotgun and shoved himself into the room, shooting the first man he saw who was sitting on bed, then kicked the door shut behind him. He moved to the motel bathroom where he shot another man who was hiding with an uzi in his hand.

He glanced to the mirror where he saw someone’s hand move behind the shower curtain. He turned to the shower where someone else was hiding. He raised his silenced shotgun. “How did you get that?” He said, referring to the receiver that this group of people also had… looks like he wasn’t the only one looking for the 2 million.

They didn’t answer him, they just looked back at him with dread in their eyes. He didn’t take pity, nor did he really need an answer since he could deduce where they got the receiver from. He grabbed the plastic shower curtain and closed it, sticking the barrel of the shotgun through the small gap, the plastic curtain providing a barrier between him and the eminent blood splatter.

He slowly moved his finger to the trigger..