He runs his hand over the chrome of the forty-five, inhaling deeply. “Our father who art in heaven. Forgive us our trespasses and grant us the grace of your love. Forgive me for my transgressions. “The sound of an approaching mob of men breaks his concentration briefly “While I know where my final fate lies please look out for my family. I ask no mercy, just forgiveness. Amen.” He flashes a quick sign of the cross over his chest with his gun hand. The man spins to see a wall of men with guns bearing down on him.
He smirks and says, “This is all I get, ten losers?” The man fires a single round that hits a big meathead looking guy in the forehead causing him to fall down on the guy standing next to him who drops his shotgun. The man fires three more shots before the other men in the room fire their own shots. Finally, the mob opens fire on the man. Searing hot metal tears holes through his abdomen, stomach, and shoulders. It takes all of his will and energy to remain standing when the barrage of gunfire ends. The man stands firm long enough to bring his pistol up one last time. Before he can fire another shot the men begin firing again.