Death delivery

George saw the figure walking towards the house through the window. Sweaty palmed, he held his revolver as he walked down the stairs.

Knock knock!

Barrel shaking, he aimed the gun at the door. His wife appeared from the lounge to answer it. He froze with fear!

Paying for the pizza George's wife closed the door turning to see her husband on the bottom step, weeping uncontrollably with revolver at his feet. "I'll call Doctor Borovsky!" she blurted, rushing for the phone.

The man walked from the house lifting his wrist to his mouth. "Target acquired. Operation is a go!"