Counter Attack!

[Alexander Trafford]

"Jesus Christ..." An unidentified man muttered through the steam of his cappucino. He had been sitting at a small, glass table underneath a pale awning, enjoying the cool shade of a midsummer afternoon and his delicious mocha latte when some rampaging fool, apparently angry at some gophers, had began storming through the streets attacking people with his own leg.

This could not be tolerated. Without making too much noise, the unidentified latte lover crept across the street and behind the blubbering fool. Cocking back the hammer on his metallic, .50 caliber Desert Eagle, he finally garnered the man's attention.

With a roaring crack, followed by a sickening thud, one man went back to his cappucino and the other had his brains flowing all over the sidewalk. Such idiocy would not interrupt his delicious caffeine.