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We Meet Again (2/?)
'Table for two," said Lydecker to the waiter of a restaurant in the outskirts Seattle, "my friend is not here right now, but when he comes he'll ask for Lydecker. Show him to my table."
With a curt nod of his head the waiter led Lydecker to a table in the back of the restaurant. From Lydecker's position he had a perfect view of the door. Excellent. Lydecker was here to see Bling; the man who was going to lead him to the downfall of one of the escapees of X5, and a nosy do-gooder on the side. After ten years Lydecker still cringed thinking of the embarrassment that had followed the escape of the 12 fugitives. Over the years Lydecker had slowly caught onto eleven of them, catching two of them just the last month. Max was the last one left, and this time he was bringing everyone she knew down with her.
Lydecker's revelry was broken when he heard his cell phone ring. That'll be the Sergeant who was waiting outside in a van watching the entrance to the restaurant. Lydecker turned on his phone and pressed the cold plastic of the phone to his ear, waiting to hear the Sergeants voice.
"Man just entered the building. African descent, tallish and muscular. No hair and has earrings. Looks nervous, I think he's our guy."
Lydecker clicked off the phone without bothering to answer. He eyes were riveted upon the door. Soon enough the door opened and a man matching the Sergeants description appeared. Lydecker saw him talk to the waiter, who in turn gestured toward where Lydecker was sitting. The man turned and began walking toward Lydecker. Lydecker stood up and extended his hand in greeting, not something he normally does, but then again this guy is going to have to trust him. Ignorant fool.
"Mr. Bling I presume?" said Lydecker while shaking the man's hand.
"Yes, and you must be the famous Donald Lydecker?" answered Bling.
"Well, I try to be modest. Please sit while we make our, ah, business arrangements?"
Bling sat in the chair offered by Lydecker, and preceded to make himself comfortable.
"So, Mr. Bling, how do you happen do know this friend of mine and Eyes Only,"
An evil grin spread across Bling's face, "I work for Eyes Only, but not working to bring down people. He stuck in a wheelchair, and I'm his personal trainer. Max is a friend of his. She's the one that does all of his legwork and stuff."
Lydecker took sip of his unsweetened lemonade and smiled inwardly. This was better than he thought. All he has to do is extract the information slowly. "Now Bling, you're willing to give me all this information, you have to wonder why a man would bring down his good friend and boss."
"The answer is simple. I'm a fellow of the C.R.E.A.M. variety. I figure I get about forty a year working for that son of a bitch, why not make fifty taking him down?"
"Ah, now a see," answered Lydecker, "but that also brings us to another point. Your fee. Well sir, that all depends on what you've got for me." He brought his elbows on to the table, and for the first time since the conversation began, Lydecker really became interested in what this idiot had to say.
Bling looked Lydecker straight in the eye, brown eyes facing off against gray ones, "I've got more than you could ever imagine."
"Then let's get down to business shall we? I want to know everything…"
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OK, i know that was kinda short, but be patient, i'm kinda busy!!! if u have any suggestions or comments please email me!! my email address is at the top
Please review my fanfic!!! If it's no good, tell me! Also if u have any suggestions feel free to email me at stupidgoalie86@hotmail.com
Happy reading!
We Meet Again (2/?)
'Table for two," said Lydecker to the waiter of a restaurant in the outskirts Seattle, "my friend is not here right now, but when he comes he'll ask for Lydecker. Show him to my table."
With a curt nod of his head the waiter led Lydecker to a table in the back of the restaurant. From Lydecker's position he had a perfect view of the door. Excellent. Lydecker was here to see Bling; the man who was going to lead him to the downfall of one of the escapees of X5, and a nosy do-gooder on the side. After ten years Lydecker still cringed thinking of the embarrassment that had followed the escape of the 12 fugitives. Over the years Lydecker had slowly caught onto eleven of them, catching two of them just the last month. Max was the last one left, and this time he was bringing everyone she knew down with her.
Lydecker's revelry was broken when he heard his cell phone ring. That'll be the Sergeant who was waiting outside in a van watching the entrance to the restaurant. Lydecker turned on his phone and pressed the cold plastic of the phone to his ear, waiting to hear the Sergeants voice.
"Man just entered the building. African descent, tallish and muscular. No hair and has earrings. Looks nervous, I think he's our guy."
Lydecker clicked off the phone without bothering to answer. He eyes were riveted upon the door. Soon enough the door opened and a man matching the Sergeants description appeared. Lydecker saw him talk to the waiter, who in turn gestured toward where Lydecker was sitting. The man turned and began walking toward Lydecker. Lydecker stood up and extended his hand in greeting, not something he normally does, but then again this guy is going to have to trust him. Ignorant fool.
"Mr. Bling I presume?" said Lydecker while shaking the man's hand.
"Yes, and you must be the famous Donald Lydecker?" answered Bling.
"Well, I try to be modest. Please sit while we make our, ah, business arrangements?"
Bling sat in the chair offered by Lydecker, and preceded to make himself comfortable.
"So, Mr. Bling, how do you happen do know this friend of mine and Eyes Only,"
An evil grin spread across Bling's face, "I work for Eyes Only, but not working to bring down people. He stuck in a wheelchair, and I'm his personal trainer. Max is a friend of his. She's the one that does all of his legwork and stuff."
Lydecker took sip of his unsweetened lemonade and smiled inwardly. This was better than he thought. All he has to do is extract the information slowly. "Now Bling, you're willing to give me all this information, you have to wonder why a man would bring down his good friend and boss."
"The answer is simple. I'm a fellow of the C.R.E.A.M. variety. I figure I get about forty a year working for that son of a bitch, why not make fifty taking him down?"
"Ah, now a see," answered Lydecker, "but that also brings us to another point. Your fee. Well sir, that all depends on what you've got for me." He brought his elbows on to the table, and for the first time since the conversation began, Lydecker really became interested in what this idiot had to say.
Bling looked Lydecker straight in the eye, brown eyes facing off against gray ones, "I've got more than you could ever imagine."
"Then let's get down to business shall we? I want to know everything…"
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OK, i know that was kinda short, but be patient, i'm kinda busy!!! if u have any suggestions or comments please email me!! my email address is at the top