A rather nice car flew in from out of a swarm of traffic in the midnight sky, cutting a 180 turn and landing softly onto the ground, blowing trash cans and scattered litter about, causing a few lonely street cats to run back to whichever home they preferred to call home that night. Inside was Jack Rather, son of legendary city public defender Richard Rather.
Bruno was inside, a nervous look on his face from sitting in the car, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel as he rubbed it around the sides. A rather large man was Bruno, and very nervous to have his best and most famous friend behind him, in which he looks up in the rear view mirror nervously. He adjusts it to see the glow of a cherry stem from the cigarette Jack was smoking on to glow and burn a little closer down to the filter. "Can I come inside Mr. Rather?" Jack sat still for a moment in the darkness as he looked out the window.. He slowly leaned forward and put his hand on Bruno's shoulder and with a smile, responded "Not tonight Bruno.. This is nasty part of town, and thats why I trust -you-.." He gave a sharp little squeeze on Bruno's shoulder. "I trust you to watch our car and make sure we can get out of here tonight.." Jack looks behind him at all the other drivers waiting by their cars for their passengers to get finished from their long night inside of the old abandoned building that I watched all of them from, from the window at the top floor... "Ok boss...."
I sat, watching this as two massive men in suits stepped away from the front door of the old factory to open up the backdoor and let the young man out, then putting an umbrella up, and walking him to the front door. Funny thing with no rain for hundreds of miles, but what better hospitallity to extend to guests. I watched him move inside and looked back at poor Bruno, too nervous to talk to any of the other drivers. He sat anxiously in the nice car, rubbing the steering wheel. I ate another potato chip and shook my head, smiling at the poor guy. "You need to find another boss, cheif."
Inside the two suits walked through an otherwise seedy corridor with grime and must peppering the walls, grime taking its toll on the old building, and nothing but simple construction lights to illuminate their path. They step in front of a massive set of other wise nice double doors and pull back on the bronzed spiral handles, exposing an enormous arena, huge jade dragons reaching for the sky against a back drop of steel and old brink. The immense screaming of men and the stale smell of cigar smoke filled the air and drifted to the ceiling, where I watched the young man smile and wave to another younger friend in a business suit, seats right in front of a massive caged boxing arena. I ate another potato chip as I slipped down through a crack in the ceiling to the next floor down to get a closer look and propped up next to a massive bulky shroud next to me. I leaned on one faded elbow of my leather jacket and peered down to watch the two men approach each other and exchange hugs and kiss each other's cheeks. Signs of two true Catholics, and I looked at a dual set of picures that rest in a rather nice picture frame next to the shroud. I pull back on sheet lightly and peer down the massive scope, getting a close up of the two men. I said nothing as I closed one eye and looked down.. Massive beats of drums from massive over weight but shaved men sounded a few floors down in preparations for the two raining champs to enter the ring, and for the spectators to finally take their seats. I wrapped my arm around the massive Barrett 70 cal rifle and rubbed the side, fooling with the safety and positioning the bullet safetly in the chamber.
Sparks and massive flames shot up from two east golden dragon statues, reflecting the light in brilliant quality. The spectators took their seats in the comfortable cushioned chairs, and the distant sound of recliners and glasses clinging together sounded up the stadium. This was illegal pit fighting at its best, and a great way to make a quick buck on throwing the fight. The steady haze of that familiar cigar smoke began rising up the sky lights where a barrel of lead was awaiting its target. The fighters made their way to the arena as they exchanged glances and smiles to the young underage high school girls prancing around the arena in bikinis, announcing to the crowd what round it was... The boxers took their corners and said their last concious words to their coaches, and with a sound of a bell, this fight was on as they spun around, working their fingers to the bone, covered in light wraps, and ready for a fight to the death.
The cold steel barrel swiveled its way away from the fight I was specatating, and aimed at the other young man's head. This youngster, laughing with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and probably rubbing the erection I noticed in his pants from the bloodlust in his eyes, was the son of two figure heads in the Catholic Knight of the Arms guns and ammo supply, and who I had been hired to kill, both of them. For reasons belonging to my employeers, I didn't ask questions, but I assumed it was to scare off some leading member of finances to the arms trading the church. The sight focused in and out and my finger steady on the trigger. A massive swing by one of the fighters sent the other one into the cage and out for the count. The crowd rose to their feet...
An incredibly perfect shot sent the boy's head in many directions, but he body over several rows, and into the lap of the easily recognized "Pawn King of Helios". The winning fighter looks up and runs over to the cage, shaking the paddlocked door to get out, while his opponent still lay unconcious on the ground nearby. The crowd began to scatter and move, heading to whatever exit they could, and trampling the guards who stood their, not able to keep the crowd out. Probably every member fleeing from the scene had a contract on their had, and half of mine had been filled. Young Jack Rather quickly screams in a half huff and yell, breaking towards the exit in a full sprint and breaking out through the crowd, still coughing on his cigar smoke.
The outside doors flooded bosses of Helios out into the open night, panicked drivers quickly getting in their rides and starting the jets or what not. Bruno and the car still lay still by the dock, and Jack quickly flinging open the door to duck into the seat, hitting the leather and locking the door, then quckly scrambling over to the next door, pushing it down. "Bruno, get us out of.. here.. now!"
"Where to boss?" Jack quickly sat back in the middle of his back seat and huffed.. "I don't care where, just go! Take me home, to the bar, dad's house, somewhere." The driver lets down the seperating window and slowly turns his head. Jack's eyes grow wide, or at least thats how I remember them. The driver pulls out a pistol and aims it in the center of the back seat. Cars and such go flying past in a dash to escape the scene as the light shines in the car, revealing Ace face to face with Mr. Rather. A quick flash from the supressor blows straight through his head and lets him lay still. The tint on the back of the window blocks any sight of blood. I grip the steering wheel of this car I had no idea how to drive and rub some of the blood from my jacket. I reach over and gather up my camera and joy"sick" and tuck it in a bag, and quickly exit the car. I put the backpack over my shoulders and walk past the trunk, in where a steady line of neatly spilled blood gave away Bruno's position in the trunk.
At the upper floor of the factory, a quiet midnight breeze drifts through the cold building structure, blowing past the face of a strangled sniper in charge of watching the floor, a once fired Barrett 70 cal, and a small neat line up of wires that led to an antenna, and an antenna leading to a remote controlled camera and firing mechanism, that rests in Ace's backpack, as he looks around the abandoned houses, only two blocks away from where he would not find Cate. "I hope the girls are safe tongiht..." Ace's key fit into the lock, and into his inviting house he stayed the rest of the night, letting the secure sound of the lock being his only feeling that all was right in the world.
Bruno was inside, a nervous look on his face from sitting in the car, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel as he rubbed it around the sides. A rather large man was Bruno, and very nervous to have his best and most famous friend behind him, in which he looks up in the rear view mirror nervously. He adjusts it to see the glow of a cherry stem from the cigarette Jack was smoking on to glow and burn a little closer down to the filter. "Can I come inside Mr. Rather?" Jack sat still for a moment in the darkness as he looked out the window.. He slowly leaned forward and put his hand on Bruno's shoulder and with a smile, responded "Not tonight Bruno.. This is nasty part of town, and thats why I trust -you-.." He gave a sharp little squeeze on Bruno's shoulder. "I trust you to watch our car and make sure we can get out of here tonight.." Jack looks behind him at all the other drivers waiting by their cars for their passengers to get finished from their long night inside of the old abandoned building that I watched all of them from, from the window at the top floor... "Ok boss...."
I sat, watching this as two massive men in suits stepped away from the front door of the old factory to open up the backdoor and let the young man out, then putting an umbrella up, and walking him to the front door. Funny thing with no rain for hundreds of miles, but what better hospitallity to extend to guests. I watched him move inside and looked back at poor Bruno, too nervous to talk to any of the other drivers. He sat anxiously in the nice car, rubbing the steering wheel. I ate another potato chip and shook my head, smiling at the poor guy. "You need to find another boss, cheif."
Inside the two suits walked through an otherwise seedy corridor with grime and must peppering the walls, grime taking its toll on the old building, and nothing but simple construction lights to illuminate their path. They step in front of a massive set of other wise nice double doors and pull back on the bronzed spiral handles, exposing an enormous arena, huge jade dragons reaching for the sky against a back drop of steel and old brink. The immense screaming of men and the stale smell of cigar smoke filled the air and drifted to the ceiling, where I watched the young man smile and wave to another younger friend in a business suit, seats right in front of a massive caged boxing arena. I ate another potato chip as I slipped down through a crack in the ceiling to the next floor down to get a closer look and propped up next to a massive bulky shroud next to me. I leaned on one faded elbow of my leather jacket and peered down to watch the two men approach each other and exchange hugs and kiss each other's cheeks. Signs of two true Catholics, and I looked at a dual set of picures that rest in a rather nice picture frame next to the shroud. I pull back on sheet lightly and peer down the massive scope, getting a close up of the two men. I said nothing as I closed one eye and looked down.. Massive beats of drums from massive over weight but shaved men sounded a few floors down in preparations for the two raining champs to enter the ring, and for the spectators to finally take their seats. I wrapped my arm around the massive Barrett 70 cal rifle and rubbed the side, fooling with the safety and positioning the bullet safetly in the chamber.
Sparks and massive flames shot up from two east golden dragon statues, reflecting the light in brilliant quality. The spectators took their seats in the comfortable cushioned chairs, and the distant sound of recliners and glasses clinging together sounded up the stadium. This was illegal pit fighting at its best, and a great way to make a quick buck on throwing the fight. The steady haze of that familiar cigar smoke began rising up the sky lights where a barrel of lead was awaiting its target. The fighters made their way to the arena as they exchanged glances and smiles to the young underage high school girls prancing around the arena in bikinis, announcing to the crowd what round it was... The boxers took their corners and said their last concious words to their coaches, and with a sound of a bell, this fight was on as they spun around, working their fingers to the bone, covered in light wraps, and ready for a fight to the death.
The cold steel barrel swiveled its way away from the fight I was specatating, and aimed at the other young man's head. This youngster, laughing with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and probably rubbing the erection I noticed in his pants from the bloodlust in his eyes, was the son of two figure heads in the Catholic Knight of the Arms guns and ammo supply, and who I had been hired to kill, both of them. For reasons belonging to my employeers, I didn't ask questions, but I assumed it was to scare off some leading member of finances to the arms trading the church. The sight focused in and out and my finger steady on the trigger. A massive swing by one of the fighters sent the other one into the cage and out for the count. The crowd rose to their feet...
An incredibly perfect shot sent the boy's head in many directions, but he body over several rows, and into the lap of the easily recognized "Pawn King of Helios". The winning fighter looks up and runs over to the cage, shaking the paddlocked door to get out, while his opponent still lay unconcious on the ground nearby. The crowd began to scatter and move, heading to whatever exit they could, and trampling the guards who stood their, not able to keep the crowd out. Probably every member fleeing from the scene had a contract on their had, and half of mine had been filled. Young Jack Rather quickly screams in a half huff and yell, breaking towards the exit in a full sprint and breaking out through the crowd, still coughing on his cigar smoke.
The outside doors flooded bosses of Helios out into the open night, panicked drivers quickly getting in their rides and starting the jets or what not. Bruno and the car still lay still by the dock, and Jack quickly flinging open the door to duck into the seat, hitting the leather and locking the door, then quckly scrambling over to the next door, pushing it down. "Bruno, get us out of.. here.. now!"
"Where to boss?" Jack quickly sat back in the middle of his back seat and huffed.. "I don't care where, just go! Take me home, to the bar, dad's house, somewhere." The driver lets down the seperating window and slowly turns his head. Jack's eyes grow wide, or at least thats how I remember them. The driver pulls out a pistol and aims it in the center of the back seat. Cars and such go flying past in a dash to escape the scene as the light shines in the car, revealing Ace face to face with Mr. Rather. A quick flash from the supressor blows straight through his head and lets him lay still. The tint on the back of the window blocks any sight of blood. I grip the steering wheel of this car I had no idea how to drive and rub some of the blood from my jacket. I reach over and gather up my camera and joy"sick" and tuck it in a bag, and quickly exit the car. I put the backpack over my shoulders and walk past the trunk, in where a steady line of neatly spilled blood gave away Bruno's position in the trunk.
At the upper floor of the factory, a quiet midnight breeze drifts through the cold building structure, blowing past the face of a strangled sniper in charge of watching the floor, a once fired Barrett 70 cal, and a small neat line up of wires that led to an antenna, and an antenna leading to a remote controlled camera and firing mechanism, that rests in Ace's backpack, as he looks around the abandoned houses, only two blocks away from where he would not find Cate. "I hope the girls are safe tongiht..." Ace's key fit into the lock, and into his inviting house he stayed the rest of the night, letting the secure sound of the lock being his only feeling that all was right in the world.
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