You have a week or maybe two to live Mr Rush!

“Please come in Mr Rush take a seat. I see you decided to come on your own, I did advise against it but never mind Mr Rush. Have an ice tea I had one sent in for you I know you like them”

Mr Rush bent his 6’4” frame forward and picked up the handle on the glass cup and sipped the iced-tea it felt good as it slipped down his hot throat. Paul Rush’s complexion was pale, very pale. His massive shoulders were hunched and his breathing laboured. Paul Rush said,

“Thanks for the tea doctor, I didn’t bring anyone with me because as you know my wife left me when I fell ill two years ago and I have no friends, please just tell me my latest test results?”

The earnest looking doctor cleared his throat and turned the PC monitor towards Paul and with the mouse he highlighted the text on the screen, and read out,

“The patient’s white blood cell count has trebled allied to a drop in Liver and Kidney function. The Cancer is at it most prolific. The prognosis is terminal within days possibly at best weeks”

Paul put his head in his hands and wept silently his broad shoulders moving in time with his sobs. The doctor leant forward and placed his hand on the ex-Marine’s arm and said,

“I’m so sorry Paul you put up such a good fight two years of treatment no one on this Earth could have fought the way you have, be proud”

Paul Rush stood up and shook the doctors hand and strode to the surgery door and exited quietly. He started the V8 Shelby Mustang and drove slowly out of the underground car park. Paul slowly ascended the manual ‘H’ stick shift gearbox and hit the 55mph speed limit. Thoughts ebbed and flowed in his tortured mind and then an unexpected emotion charged forward ANGER! Paul threw the transmission into third gear and floored the throttle! The Mustang shot down the freeway.

At 90mph Paul changed into top gear and kept his right foot buried in the carpet. At 125mph he eased off. He mused to himself,  ‘I’m leaving this world shortly and I’m taking two people with me who have caused me torment and sadness. I need a weapon!’   Paul slowed down and swung into a huge mall just off the interstate. Nestled in the corner of the mall was a Gunsmith’s named ‘Big AL’s Guns and Ammo’ Paul parked the smoke silver Mustang right outside the store and went in,