Chapter One: End of the Rope

I was getting too old for this, I thought. My scraggly orange beard gave way under my scratching fingers. Moving my arms under the table, I took the note out of my pocket. The note read: Open Fire In Ten Seconds. The Mercenary Lord took a step towards me. "Are you saying this jet is anything but the most prime example?" he demanded, pointing to the jet shooter in my hand.

"Although it pains me to say so... You are denied business."

Ten seconds had passed. Jel and Harvey raised their assault rifles and unloaded into the man, the bullets going through him and into the thugs on either side. I returned the jet to the suitcase and clipped the rusty metal closed. "Oh my, you

It's very short, so untill I see a longer post I can't say much.

Yeah I sorta have to agree with mere it is not long enough to say anything.

I'm pretty sure he accidentally hit "Post".