Gang Life Short Story

All three of them men walks through the car lot innocent looking enough to fool the salesman. They had it all planned out. The three men coincidentally wanted to test drive the expensive vehicles at the same time. They all drove the vehicles off the lot. On their way to the Mexican border they were. They were to meet a group of men knew the border and pass off the vehicles. Their only job was to get it done and the three men were getting it done. Jose, he had a wife and son at home. His wife was a made at a local motel. His son was the star of the seventh grade soccer team. Ben, he was a single young man trying to make in ends meat. This was going to be his last job. He had saved enough money to go off to college. Issac was a grunt and had a history of violence. He was an important piece in the drug trade. All three of these men working on the same job. Sharing the same fate. They get to the assigned location. They park their cars. A few minutes later a black van pulls up. A man gets out with a bag. They assumed it was their payment. They were wrong. In three quick shots, the three men stopped breathing. They fell to the ground with bullets in the brains. The man opened up the bag and pulled out a jug of liquid. The the cartel knew better than to leave evidence. The man pour the liquid onto the lifeless bodies and watch them rapidly dissolve. The three men from different walks of life who were once a life were now memories.