Chapter 2: Fooks.
Fooks looked at his watch again.
"He should be here any minute now," Fooks said to the burly man beside him. The man was Fishy, a tough mobster that apparently had very little personnel working for him currently.
"Yes, forgive me if I seem impatient," Fishy said.
Fooks and Fishy both were sitting on a bench together at a bus stop. Fooks was a human in his thirties and with a very handsome face. His hair was brown and neat. Fooks currently wore sandals, short pants, and a short-sleeved shirt.
"Where did you say you found him again?" Fishy asked.
"He was the brother of a good friend, and I took him in," Fooks said. "He fought in a war between the humans, and he came back a different person." Fooks smiled. "The perfect kind for jobs like these."
Fishy smiled as well.
A loud crash sounded behind them, and they quickly looked behind them.
"Who put a empty trashcan in this bush?" Barry asked to no one in particular, as he emerged from the bushes that lay behind the bench.
"It's done?" Fishy asked.
"Yes, uh, it was in the local news," Barry said.
"Good!" Fishy said, and he clapped. He turned to Fooks. "Let's go to my place and we will give you the reward."
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The house was a simple and nice place. Fishy's sister handed everyone drinks and snacks.
Fishy laid a suitcase on the table and opened it up. There was the 10,000 D they were promised.
"Thanks, pal," Fooks said, as he closed and pulled the case to him.
"No problem," Fishy said.
"Um, one of your guys got killed," Barry said.
"Yes, yes," Fishy said. "You mentioned that, but he couldn't have been saved. I was also going to fire him anyway."
Barry didn't say anything more.
"Hey," Fishy said. "You should make a deal with Moron Paasar. He's got lots of money and could use someone like Barry."
"Ooo," Fooks said. " I think we will check him out."
They all stood up, the deal was settled and the food was eaten, it was time to go separate ways. Fooks and Fishy shook hands, they both had smiles on their faces.
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"Barry... BARRY!" Fooks urged.
Barry slowly got up from his sleeping position on his bed.
"Yes?" Barry asked.
"I just got off the phone with some guy named MoVo Feige," Fooks said. "Let's take a bus to California. We should leave right now."
"Another job?" Barry asked.
"Yes, and they will provide your weapons, so you can leave your Glock behind."
"It's a Beethoven 97," Barry said.
"Oh, that's what I meant," Fooks said.
Barry didn't ask anymore questions. When Fooks said they were doing something that meant it was happening.
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"We're here!" Fooks yelled.
Barry awoke, and he looked around. Monsters and humans we getting out of the bus in a line.
"How long did it take?" Barry asked.
"It took only an hour," Fooks said.
"An hour? That fast?"
"It's a fast bus," Fooks only said.
They walked out of the bus.
"Hey, guys!" A cheerful red petaled flower called to them; he was smiling. "It's me, MoVo Feige."
"Oh," Fooks said. "I didn't know you were meeting us."
"I wasn't," Feige said. "I was just strolling by and I saw two people that matched the descriptions I was given. Shall I take you to Moron?"
"Yes please," Fooks said.
"Then follow me," the friendly flower said, and started off in a direction.
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Feige knocked on a door of a very nice looking place.
"Oh, Moron!" Feige practically sang.
The door opened, and a brown dog walked out.
"Feige! You brought our guests I see," Moron said.
"Yes," Feige said cheerfully, stretching the word out.
"You must be Moron Paasar," Fooks said, extending his hand.
Moron put out his right paw. "True, now let's go inside and talk business."