John sat at his desk, staring at the glasses in front of him. They were a constant reminder of his past, of the man he used to be. But today, they were going to help him become a hero.
He slipped them on and pulled out his gun, checking it over carefully. It was time to take down the corrupt CEO once and for all. For too long, he had watched as the man destroyed the lives of those around him. John had had enough. He was going to end this once and for all.
He made his way through the office, his heart pounding with every step. He could hear the sounds of people working, but he knew they wouldn't interfere. He had made sure of that.
Finally, he reached the CEO's office. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, gun at the ready. The man behind the desk looked up, surprise and fear crossing his face.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
John didn't answer. He just raised his gun and fired. The man slumped back in his chair, blood pooling around him.
John felt a sense of relief wash over him. It was done. The man who had caused so much pain and suffering was finally dead.
But then he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see a group of armed guards coming towards him, guns aimed at his head.
He knew he was outnumbered, but he refused to go down without a fight. He raised his gun and fired, taking out the first few guards. But there were too many of them, and soon he was hit.
As he fell to the ground, he could hear the sound of sirens. The police had been called. He smiled to himself. At least he had accomplished his goal. The CEO was dead, and justice would be served.
But as he lay there, bleeding out, he couldn't help but wonder if it had all been worth it. He had taken a life, and now he was about to lose his own. Was this really what he had wanted?
In his final moments, he thought back to the day he had put on those glasses. He had been a different person then, full of hope and ambition. But somewhere along the way, he had lost his way.
Now, as his life slipped away, he realized that he had been given a second chance. A chance to make things right, to become the man he had always wanted to be.
But it was too late now. His vision began to fade, and he knew that he was about to die. But as he closed his eyes for the final time, he knew that he had made a difference. He had taken a stand against corruption, and that was something to be proud of.