Run Jack Run - Grogs Part 4

"Its a bloody sprawl that brought me to the place where I am today." -- Jack

I shot through the front doors, past the bathroom and down the brown and dusty hall. I could still smell the stink from all of the bankers who had shit and pissed on the bathroom floor. As my legs propelled me down through the darkness of this god-forsaken place, I could hear screams firing at me.

"Jack don't forget --"
"Hey Jack nice tie --"
"Mother fucker! Get out of my --"
"Jacky boy! How's the --"
"Can you sign this before you--"

I felt like screaming, "You're all fired" but I knew that would require me to stop and explain, which I definitely did not plan on. Not today, not when I was late for Grogs.

I headed towards the staircase, trying not to knock over a woman carrying a pile of financial reports but her movements were to jagged and I ended up plowing over her and an explosion of paper hit the air. Pages flying left and right with bindings flying off and stabbing the arms of all of those unfortunate enough to be seated in the area.

"What the fuck! God --"
"Son of a bitch, whats this sh--"
"Watch where you going you damn who--"
"Oh my god my fucking coff--"
"Jesus, can you calm down?"

I apologized briefly, "Sorry about that! Maybe you should carry fewer at a time.." and navigated through and around the puddle of coffee and paper clips; I was on my way, rushing up the stairs, heading towards Grogs and his crazy shit. Words going through my head at the time:

shit
piss
fuck
hurry
papers
coffee
Cecilia
freedom
wonder
Florida
pussy
fuck
jealous
Grogs
smack
punch
kill
death
thrown from the copter
happy
content
sleep

And then I'm just about at the door, ready to finally head out onto the helipad, when I hear a thud and everything goes black.

black
smack
what?
Grogs
kill
bastard
fuck
Cecilia
quiet.