The Email

”I thought I was going to die,” Phil said, his voice still shaking from the adrenaline pumping through his thin, wiry body.

“Who were those guys?” His rescuer asked, pushing Phil back against the wall, as the sound of running feet grew closer, the armed men were still searching for Phil.

“I have no idea,” Phil said.

“Hey, if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine, I’m just curious is all, it’s not often you see a guy being chased down the street by armed men.”

“I’m not being secretive. I honestly have no idea why they are here. I was playing on my computer minding my own business when they showed up at my door.”

“You must of accessed some pretty top secret stuff to warrant that sort of reaction.”

“No, just my usual haunts.” Phil paused, his eyes going wide, “there was that strange email I opened just before the door went.”

“What email?”

“Nothing much, I just thought it was a joke, I mean who in their right mind sends someone an email saying they are coming to kill you?”

“Who indeed.”

“I’m just glad I installed that peephole, otherwise I’d have been dead as soon as I opened the door.”

“Oh, Phil, my poor fool. You were dead as soon as you opened that email. I wasn’t going to risk coming, those agents have started getting close lately, still I’m so glad I did.” The stranger said, pulling out a knife.

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