The Password

Esther lay on the ground in a pool of her blood. The bullet had hit her in the stomach and exited from her back, missing her spine. But the damage was already done. Her intestines were bleeding profusely, and she was struggling to keep the exsanguination by applying whatever little strength she had in her hands to add pressure. Her gun man had left, satisfied that she would never get up again, confident that no one would find her alive to get the information that she stole, and miserly reminiscing the money that he saved from not having to fire another bullet through her head to confirm the kill.

`I must not die this quickly,' Esther thought to herself as she took in measured breaths to calm herself down. That helped her keep a smoother blood flow and gave her a rhythm that ebbed and flowed with the pain from all the internal damage and blood loss.

`Bloody amateur,' she continued to think, keeping her mind away from her current situation as much as possible.

`Who the hell doesn't confirm the kill? I just hope that Thomas would make his way here soon enough.' She took in a couple more breaths. Already she was starting to feel light-headed, a sure sign that the blood loss was getting dangerously close to knocking her out completely. `Damnit Thomas, where the hell are you?'

As if in reply to her plea, she heard a set of familiar foot steps that grew increasingly closer. `Thomas!' she thought to herself.

``Oh my god, Esther! Who did this to you!'' A frantic male voice accosted her as strong hands started stroking her face before leaving it in confusion as their owner realised that there was a bullet hole. Thomas saw Esther trying to stem the blood loss with her ever-weakening grip and immediately clamped one hand on top of hers. The added pressure changed the steady state a little and Esther coughed.

``No no no... don't die!'' Thomas cried as he fumbled his phone to call the paramedics.

``Thomas, no, I will die,'' Esther replied weakly. ``But there's one thing you must know. Sly Sam...''

``Stop talking love,'' Thomas cut her off. ``Save your strength.'' She ignored him and continued.

``Sly Sam's data files are on the server, and the password is... I love you...''

``NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!'' Thomas let out a feral cry.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 09-Jan-2014 22:43:39)