WARNING: This story contains language most foul, as well as strong references to drugs of the illegal sort. Read at your own risk
Disclaimer: The characters taken from Sailor Moon are copyright to their respectful owners, this story however is mine.
A Game of Deception
Prologue
By Moon Peach
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Sunny Paradise was the name of the rundown café that the blonde entered, located in the core of downtown Los Angeles. As she walked in, her nostrils stung with the stale stench of the building, not much relief from the sulfur exhaust outside.
As her pale blue eyes adjusted to the dim light of the café, she scanned the room in front of her. They settled on the only customer who was seated in the very back. This must be the guy, she thought.
Smoothing one hand down the front of her white Armani suit the other clutching a matching purse, she made her way over to the seated gentleman, the heels of her pumps clicking against the tile floor.
The man didn't look up as she approached, he kept his unshaven face pointed down towards his cup of coffee, but he turned his head slightly when she asked "Mr. Bradley? Mr. Lucas Bradley?"
There was a moment of silence before the man dropped his head again and muttered "You got the wrong fucking guy lady." The woman smirked, she had seen his type so many times before, always suspicious and never expecting a woman to be doing a 'man's' job.
She slid into the seat in front of him, ignoring his protest for her to go away. "Mr. Bradley" she told him "Gibs doesn't give out wrong information, now we can talk business or I can leave."
The man instantly gave her his attention at the mention of that name. "You work for Gibs?" he asked "Why didn't you say so?"
"There's no time for small talk, I need to know what you're looking to purchase" the woman told him bluntly. The man thought for a moment then answered "About five kilos I guess. My buddy and I are going to Nevada for a while, you know, to try and start a business there and Jimmy English recommended Gibs and Tony to me."
The woman smiled and nodded "Yes, we do a lot of business with Jimmy." Looking her in the eye, the man said "So what's this going to cost me?" "The price is ten thousand per kilo, full payment must be made at the time of delivery" she told him.
"Jimmy better be right about this being the best shit out there" the man mumbled under his breath, not yet clueing in as to who the lady really was. She narrowed her eyes at him before opening her purse and pulling out a pen and a piece of paper. As she scribbled down an address she said "Mr. Bradley, we only deal in pure Colombian cocaine, not your homegrown backyard weed laced with god-knows-what. We pride ourselves on top quality."
She slid the piece of paper across the table to him and explained "Be there tomorrow night at six o'clock with the money" then she stood up and promptly walked out of the café.
The man sat in silence as he watched her leave, and went through the door and out of eye sight a small smile spread across his face. Reaching into the worn pocket of his jeans he pulled out a cell phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Darien? It's Luke……. I didn't get a name but I got an address……..how quickly can you get to California?......"
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Another super short prologue I know, think of it more like a teaser instead. I haven't forgotten 'Coming Home', I'm halfway through chapter 3 I promise! In the meantime don't forget to check out the second half of chapter 2, also let me know what you think of this story so far?
