Scam

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

He answered his cell.

‘Mr. Pritchett?’

‘Yes?’

‘The IRS is bringing a case against you because you attempted to defraud the government.’

‘Nice try, buddy.’

‘This isn’t a scam. There are officers outside your building who will take you into custody unless you do what I say.’

‘Right. Ciao.’

‘Shit. Get out, Gerald!’ the gentleman yelled.

‘What?! Hello!’ The phone went dead. He hadn’t been called Gerald since youth. Something felt wrong. He grabbed his bag and walked to the back door.

He was about to exit when he heard, ‘Tommy!’ He turned to see a man pointing a pistol at him. He ducked in time to miss the first bullet.