Aim true

 Kenny’s head thumped against the wheel arch. They had left the road and were bouncing across potholes.

Despite his struggling, his hands and feet were still tightly bound with plastic ties.

The car came to a sudden halt. Two doors opened and were banged shut. A moment later the boot lid sprang up.

‘Get him out.’

‘Just shoot him and set the car on fire.’

‘And how do we get back, moron?’

‘Fuck.’

Three seconds later Kenny toppled to the ground.

‘Look, guys …’

‘Shut-up, Kenny. It’s over.’

‘I …’

What was the point?

‘Aim true. That’s all I ask.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.