The Clutch

The Introduction


He pulled his hands from his pocket. He stared at the wall, kicking his foot and flagging his black short hair. His eyes were sky blue. His lips opened, and then closed. He looked at the wall. His hair was wavy and his teeth were a shiny white.

He had one gold tooth, and his tongue reached out to lick his lips. He had a suitcase in his left hand, which was hanging beside his waist. His right arm was against the wall, burying his head in his arms. He bounced his foot on the ground and then kneed the wall. His lips locked up, keeping himself warmer.

He rebounded from the wall and moved up towards the door. Three knocks and he walked away, putting the suitcase on the doorstep. He ran to the car, opening the doors and putting the pedal on the floor.

'Nicholai Drevin,

The 650 000 that I owe you

Kevin Sonial'

The door swung open. A man with blonde hair, brown eyes and a black linen suit stared around, seeing Kevin's car speed away. He looked at the suitcase reading the tag and opened it. Seeing a twenty pound note in it he growled and then looked at the note.

'You have conned me one but never twice. And buy yourself something nice. Sonial, K.'

He moved inside the house picking something up. As he walked outside, he drew a rocket launcher and then aimed it, throwing it over his right soldier, placing a large bullet in it and then… firing at the red car, and Austin Martin. The bullet curved, a Sentinel in its own style. Colliding with the car was a deliberate mistake. The car exploded, turning over and killing the driver.