Part two
Meanwhile in an abandoned apartment.
Two figures strain in the cool night to see each other. One, the smallest, and probably more wimpyier, fixes his brown curly hair in the mirror, managing to get his heavy framed glasses fogged up. "I hope you are right, I hope this will work, Tomas."
The other figure glares at the man's back,he sits on a very uncaring bed, the little man fumbly tries to wipe off his glasses. He drops them in the sink, and Tomas almost laughs. His dark, oily eyes scan the room. This kid was a fool, a darn right fool, he wanted revenge against his lover, and he was the one who had broken it off. He didn't trust Tomas's abilities either.Tomas was a master in his field, so he thought, he could drive anyone to do what he want, this was also an assumption on his fault. As he had only gone after several women who had been strong minded, but too very easy after long stressful days to convince them they needed to do things, like go back to their lovers. Tomas did not realize that they were easy task. And he was most certainly not prepared for this little computer geeks lover, but he expected some petit librarian with her hair in a bun, so he did not expect anything else when he asked the simple question. "So, what does she look like?"
The little man turns to him, "She?" He cocks a brown eyebrow. "Who said anything about she."
Tomas doesn't answer. He takes a cigarette out of his pocket, and plants it between his teeth. He had quit two years ago, but it was old habit. He really wasn't an embracer of the rainbow flag carriers, and he was beginning to resent this little man, who had found him through some street contacts at one of his favourite bars. "I just assumed... nevermind... What do you have in mind...and how much do I get?"
The little man watches Tomas. "What I have in mind is simple, reign terror on the city, so Rich Warren and George Fraley are able to live a quiet peaceful life, maybe out in the country." He gives Tomas an eerie grin.
Tomas doesn't know how to react. He figures this Guy must be Rich Warren, he doesn't really look like a George. He doesn't really look like a rich either, he seems a little too sickly pale for a computer geek. Oh course it is hard to tell. "You didn't answer my questions."
He sets his glasses straight on his face. "I was getting to that. " He leans against the sink, and slips off onto the floor. He stands up akwardly. "Well... after, Me and George broke up, I started seeing a hot italian dancer, well, shortly after that, I found I was postive. So, I am suggesting we begin to posion people with my blood. You my friend will get twenty grand, which I can personally guarentee the FBI will give us, because we shall be holding Georgie hostage." He breaks into a horrid laugh, but then begins to cough.
Tomas sighs. "Great I am after a FIBBIE" he had meant to say it to himself, but Rich hears.
"Do you have a problem with that? You are suppose to be the best."
"Is your friend, clean?"
"Yeah, sure, George is almost like the perfect choir boy in a way, except he is Jewish, and has a very great sense of humor."
"I am sure he does." Tomas wipes a few strands of sweat from his forehead, it has grown stifling hot in here. He doesn't not like gays, and he does not like people with diseases, that why he dropped out of Med school. "Well, if that be the case, are you sure George wants to live with you the last few months of you life, infected."
Rich walks right into Tomas's face, A little too close to Tomas, who backs up to the wall. The bed lets out a loud Creak.His cigarette falls harmlessly onto the sheets. "Oh, course, he will, George loves me, we are life partners. He just needs a little reminding, that is why we have to terrorise some straights first. Inject them with my blood, they deserve it, they have earned it."
"Do you have any particular people, -or- are you picking random people? Because you can't prove someone is straight by random."
"I have people picked out, all you have to do is drive. It should be easy."
"And when do we start infecting these people?"
Rich turns to him. "I need to ask you one question, you are gay right, I heard you were gay, and if you aren't I may have to make you my first victim, practice you know."
"Oh, course I am gay." Tomas lies. He can't stand this man's wheezy little voice, and he wants to leave and get this over with, as soon as humanly possible.
Rich gives a weak smile. "Good, I will call you at three pm, tomorrow. And just so you don't bail." He walks to a table near by. He picks up a manila enevelope. "Here is three thousand for a downpayment."
Tomas nods, he takes the envelope, and stands up from the bed, his black trench coat performing a tight shelter around him. He should just take the money and run.That is not bad for business though, if he lets one go, he will not be trusted again. He will have to work with this little dweeb. And he can surely make it look like the dweeb sent him into a trap, and shoot him. He puts the envelope in his pocket, and marches out to get into the chilly Atlanta air. It was december after all, maybe even soon, he would be walking through snow.
He lets the wind tickle his greasy black ponytail, and his green fedora. He wonders how up in the FBI this Fraley is. He wasn't aware the FIBBIES tolerated gays, he needed to do some research. This seemed strange, the geek had said his lover was jewish, Jews do not tolerate Gays either. If he rejected by his peers, probably has few friends, and has a job pushing pencils, and if his family had rejected him, probaby if it is known, it is a crime to metion his name at the dinner table, then this Fraley character most certainly didnot want to be outcast because his "life lobe partner" gave him an horrible STD. Tomas did not like this situation at all, and wished now five years ago, when his small firm had needed money, he had not starting to agree to do anything. He was not allowed to work as a dectective anymore, his license had been revoked, now he was basically just a street thug. A street thug, who will get arrested if that little Rich, computer geek, made a mistake.
(more to come)
Meanwhile in an abandoned apartment.
Two figures strain in the cool night to see each other. One, the smallest, and probably more wimpyier, fixes his brown curly hair in the mirror, managing to get his heavy framed glasses fogged up. "I hope you are right, I hope this will work, Tomas."
The other figure glares at the man's back,he sits on a very uncaring bed, the little man fumbly tries to wipe off his glasses. He drops them in the sink, and Tomas almost laughs. His dark, oily eyes scan the room. This kid was a fool, a darn right fool, he wanted revenge against his lover, and he was the one who had broken it off. He didn't trust Tomas's abilities either.Tomas was a master in his field, so he thought, he could drive anyone to do what he want, this was also an assumption on his fault. As he had only gone after several women who had been strong minded, but too very easy after long stressful days to convince them they needed to do things, like go back to their lovers. Tomas did not realize that they were easy task. And he was most certainly not prepared for this little computer geeks lover, but he expected some petit librarian with her hair in a bun, so he did not expect anything else when he asked the simple question. "So, what does she look like?"
The little man turns to him, "She?" He cocks a brown eyebrow. "Who said anything about she."
Tomas doesn't answer. He takes a cigarette out of his pocket, and plants it between his teeth. He had quit two years ago, but it was old habit. He really wasn't an embracer of the rainbow flag carriers, and he was beginning to resent this little man, who had found him through some street contacts at one of his favourite bars. "I just assumed... nevermind... What do you have in mind...and how much do I get?"
The little man watches Tomas. "What I have in mind is simple, reign terror on the city, so Rich Warren and George Fraley are able to live a quiet peaceful life, maybe out in the country." He gives Tomas an eerie grin.
Tomas doesn't know how to react. He figures this Guy must be Rich Warren, he doesn't really look like a George. He doesn't really look like a rich either, he seems a little too sickly pale for a computer geek. Oh course it is hard to tell. "You didn't answer my questions."
He sets his glasses straight on his face. "I was getting to that. " He leans against the sink, and slips off onto the floor. He stands up akwardly. "Well... after, Me and George broke up, I started seeing a hot italian dancer, well, shortly after that, I found I was postive. So, I am suggesting we begin to posion people with my blood. You my friend will get twenty grand, which I can personally guarentee the FBI will give us, because we shall be holding Georgie hostage." He breaks into a horrid laugh, but then begins to cough.
Tomas sighs. "Great I am after a FIBBIE" he had meant to say it to himself, but Rich hears.
"Do you have a problem with that? You are suppose to be the best."
"Is your friend, clean?"
"Yeah, sure, George is almost like the perfect choir boy in a way, except he is Jewish, and has a very great sense of humor."
"I am sure he does." Tomas wipes a few strands of sweat from his forehead, it has grown stifling hot in here. He doesn't not like gays, and he does not like people with diseases, that why he dropped out of Med school. "Well, if that be the case, are you sure George wants to live with you the last few months of you life, infected."
Rich walks right into Tomas's face, A little too close to Tomas, who backs up to the wall. The bed lets out a loud Creak.His cigarette falls harmlessly onto the sheets. "Oh, course, he will, George loves me, we are life partners. He just needs a little reminding, that is why we have to terrorise some straights first. Inject them with my blood, they deserve it, they have earned it."
"Do you have any particular people, -or- are you picking random people? Because you can't prove someone is straight by random."
"I have people picked out, all you have to do is drive. It should be easy."
"And when do we start infecting these people?"
Rich turns to him. "I need to ask you one question, you are gay right, I heard you were gay, and if you aren't I may have to make you my first victim, practice you know."
"Oh, course I am gay." Tomas lies. He can't stand this man's wheezy little voice, and he wants to leave and get this over with, as soon as humanly possible.
Rich gives a weak smile. "Good, I will call you at three pm, tomorrow. And just so you don't bail." He walks to a table near by. He picks up a manila enevelope. "Here is three thousand for a downpayment."
Tomas nods, he takes the envelope, and stands up from the bed, his black trench coat performing a tight shelter around him. He should just take the money and run.That is not bad for business though, if he lets one go, he will not be trusted again. He will have to work with this little dweeb. And he can surely make it look like the dweeb sent him into a trap, and shoot him. He puts the envelope in his pocket, and marches out to get into the chilly Atlanta air. It was december after all, maybe even soon, he would be walking through snow.
He lets the wind tickle his greasy black ponytail, and his green fedora. He wonders how up in the FBI this Fraley is. He wasn't aware the FIBBIES tolerated gays, he needed to do some research. This seemed strange, the geek had said his lover was jewish, Jews do not tolerate Gays either. If he rejected by his peers, probably has few friends, and has a job pushing pencils, and if his family had rejected him, probaby if it is known, it is a crime to metion his name at the dinner table, then this Fraley character most certainly didnot want to be outcast because his "life lobe partner" gave him an horrible STD. Tomas did not like this situation at all, and wished now five years ago, when his small firm had needed money, he had not starting to agree to do anything. He was not allowed to work as a dectective anymore, his license had been revoked, now he was basically just a street thug. A street thug, who will get arrested if that little Rich, computer geek, made a mistake.
(more to come)