N3M Cptr 2 |||Couldn't Bleed Much More From The Heart...|||
The knife flew threw the air, faster than the eye could see. *Phthunk!* "Ha, Pay
up!" said the man who had just thrown it. The other rough looking man with
muttonchops tossed a fist full of currency at the man. "Lucky bastard!" Back in
another smoke filled corner of the dingy bar, someone called out for another
drink. This was a place to drown ones sorrows, and bask in oneself pity. The
bartender brought out the, who know how many hundredth drink, to the lady in the
booth. She was scary enough herself, without that damn hissing cabbit of hers.
He also knew she was totally blitzed, but wouldn't dare to tell her she had had
her limit. No sooner had he set down the glass then it was empty.
The barkeep cleared his throat, "Now I know life is hard, especially for those
of us who stumble off the straight and narrow. But, really, death by alcohol
poisoning is not the answer."
She slowly lifted her head up and stared at him. "Why do you care? I'm paying
for your damn cheap booze, so get me some more!"
He sighed, now he remembered why he didn't talk to the patrons about their
problems. Well, it was true, even if she didn't have the money on her, he knew
that she was good for it. "Come on now, Ryoko, I've known you for a long time;
why don't you tell old Joe what's bothering you?"
Silence.
"Come on now, it can't be that bad!"
Silence.
"Look, you used to laugh whenever shit happened before, what was it that you
used to say... Oh, ya! 'At least you escaped with your life,' that was it,
right?"
Her stare pierced his skin; it was as if she was looking through him. He felt a
chill down in his soul, "Another round, coming up." As he quickly shuffled away,
he could feel her eyes burning a hole in his back.
"Miya!" Said Ryo-ohki sympathetically. She patted its head, and in return it
cuddled up next to its mistress. She put her head back in her arms.
"Mind if I sit down?" asked a suave, masculine voice.
"Yes," she said without looking up.
He sat down anyway, and pushed a folder across the table to her. "What do you
want," she said, very agitated.
"I simply want the best."
"I'm... Busy at the moment."
"If you do this for me, you will never have to worry about anything ever again."
*How many times have I heard THAT one before...*
"Don't tell me Ryoko, the most wanted criminal in the galaxy, has become gun
shy."
Quicker than the eye could see, a glowing orange sword was at the side of his
throat. All conversation stopped, and all eyes were on them. She was intrigued;
he didn't even flinch. "I could..."
He cut her off in mid-sentence, "Kill me? I suppose that would be, profitable?
What I propose to you would secure your position as the most feared being in the
universe. No one, not even your worse enemy, would dare to challenge you after
we accomplish this."
She glanced down at the plane manila folder under her right hand. She then
looked back at the man face, carefully studying all of his features. He had
blonde hair, was a lean, muscular build, and was wearing dark sunglasses... Dark
sunglasses? "Damn gangster wannabes..."
"We prefer to call it our 'family'." He said with a sly smile.
"What is with the hole dark sunglasses and black suit bit?"
He took off the glasses, and to her amazement, both of his eyes were sown shut.
"Would you rather I leave them off?"
She shuddered, "No, please put them back on." She glanced to his side, half
expecting to see a white cane.
He put his right, index finger on the folder: "Well, are you in or out?"
She could use the payoff... If it was as profitable as he said... She was
looking for something to pre-occupy herself with anyway... "All right, I'm
game."
He smiled, and tossed a small communication device onto the table. "We will
contact you again after further planning has been, substantiated."
She held back a snicker; it was like a movie she had seen on Earth with... She
picked up and downed her glass.
He stood up and walked away, amazingly enough, without tripping on anything. As
he walked behind the men by the dartboard, he bumped into the tall, burly one.
"Watch out, you fucking pretty boy, you almost made me spill my drink." The man
in the suit kept walking, without acknowledging the existence of the other man.
As he reached the door, the burly man threw a large, buoy knife at his head. The
man in the suit caught it, and threw it back, all without turning around. As he
disappeared through the door, the burly man fell to the ground. There was a
large knife stuck in his throat.
Ryoko turned to Ryo-ohki, "Good aim for a blind guy."
"Miya!" agreed the cabbit.
She looked at the spot where he had been seated just moments ago, and saw a
black, leather briefcase in his spot. She leaned over retrieved it, and pulled
it open. Inside, half the contents was perfectly stacked and banded bills, the
other half was fine jewelry that would make a king green with envy. This was
definitely the best down payment she had ever received.
"Miya?" Ryo-ohki asked.
"No, I have the feeling that these are not the kind of people you skip town on."
She now opened the manila folder, and tried to decipher the strange schematics
that were depicted. *Hmm, I know who could tell me what these are...* she
thought to herself with a sly smile.
The bartender came out from the back, and headed over to her table. He was just
about to set the drink down, when he noticed it was vacant. On the table was a
stack of bills. "Woah, I think I like her drunk..."
The knife flew threw the air, faster than the eye could see. *Phthunk!* "Ha, Pay
up!" said the man who had just thrown it. The other rough looking man with
muttonchops tossed a fist full of currency at the man. "Lucky bastard!" Back in
another smoke filled corner of the dingy bar, someone called out for another
drink. This was a place to drown ones sorrows, and bask in oneself pity. The
bartender brought out the, who know how many hundredth drink, to the lady in the
booth. She was scary enough herself, without that damn hissing cabbit of hers.
He also knew she was totally blitzed, but wouldn't dare to tell her she had had
her limit. No sooner had he set down the glass then it was empty.
The barkeep cleared his throat, "Now I know life is hard, especially for those
of us who stumble off the straight and narrow. But, really, death by alcohol
poisoning is not the answer."
She slowly lifted her head up and stared at him. "Why do you care? I'm paying
for your damn cheap booze, so get me some more!"
He sighed, now he remembered why he didn't talk to the patrons about their
problems. Well, it was true, even if she didn't have the money on her, he knew
that she was good for it. "Come on now, Ryoko, I've known you for a long time;
why don't you tell old Joe what's bothering you?"
Silence.
"Come on now, it can't be that bad!"
Silence.
"Look, you used to laugh whenever shit happened before, what was it that you
used to say... Oh, ya! 'At least you escaped with your life,' that was it,
right?"
Her stare pierced his skin; it was as if she was looking through him. He felt a
chill down in his soul, "Another round, coming up." As he quickly shuffled away,
he could feel her eyes burning a hole in his back.
"Miya!" Said Ryo-ohki sympathetically. She patted its head, and in return it
cuddled up next to its mistress. She put her head back in her arms.
"Mind if I sit down?" asked a suave, masculine voice.
"Yes," she said without looking up.
He sat down anyway, and pushed a folder across the table to her. "What do you
want," she said, very agitated.
"I simply want the best."
"I'm... Busy at the moment."
"If you do this for me, you will never have to worry about anything ever again."
*How many times have I heard THAT one before...*
"Don't tell me Ryoko, the most wanted criminal in the galaxy, has become gun
shy."
Quicker than the eye could see, a glowing orange sword was at the side of his
throat. All conversation stopped, and all eyes were on them. She was intrigued;
he didn't even flinch. "I could..."
He cut her off in mid-sentence, "Kill me? I suppose that would be, profitable?
What I propose to you would secure your position as the most feared being in the
universe. No one, not even your worse enemy, would dare to challenge you after
we accomplish this."
She glanced down at the plane manila folder under her right hand. She then
looked back at the man face, carefully studying all of his features. He had
blonde hair, was a lean, muscular build, and was wearing dark sunglasses... Dark
sunglasses? "Damn gangster wannabes..."
"We prefer to call it our 'family'." He said with a sly smile.
"What is with the hole dark sunglasses and black suit bit?"
He took off the glasses, and to her amazement, both of his eyes were sown shut.
"Would you rather I leave them off?"
She shuddered, "No, please put them back on." She glanced to his side, half
expecting to see a white cane.
He put his right, index finger on the folder: "Well, are you in or out?"
She could use the payoff... If it was as profitable as he said... She was
looking for something to pre-occupy herself with anyway... "All right, I'm
game."
He smiled, and tossed a small communication device onto the table. "We will
contact you again after further planning has been, substantiated."
She held back a snicker; it was like a movie she had seen on Earth with... She
picked up and downed her glass.
He stood up and walked away, amazingly enough, without tripping on anything. As
he walked behind the men by the dartboard, he bumped into the tall, burly one.
"Watch out, you fucking pretty boy, you almost made me spill my drink." The man
in the suit kept walking, without acknowledging the existence of the other man.
As he reached the door, the burly man threw a large, buoy knife at his head. The
man in the suit caught it, and threw it back, all without turning around. As he
disappeared through the door, the burly man fell to the ground. There was a
large knife stuck in his throat.
Ryoko turned to Ryo-ohki, "Good aim for a blind guy."
"Miya!" agreed the cabbit.
She looked at the spot where he had been seated just moments ago, and saw a
black, leather briefcase in his spot. She leaned over retrieved it, and pulled
it open. Inside, half the contents was perfectly stacked and banded bills, the
other half was fine jewelry that would make a king green with envy. This was
definitely the best down payment she had ever received.
"Miya?" Ryo-ohki asked.
"No, I have the feeling that these are not the kind of people you skip town on."
She now opened the manila folder, and tried to decipher the strange schematics
that were depicted. *Hmm, I know who could tell me what these are...* she
thought to herself with a sly smile.
The bartender came out from the back, and headed over to her table. He was just
about to set the drink down, when he noticed it was vacant. On the table was a
stack of bills. "Woah, I think I like her drunk..."