After what seemed like an eternity, Sid and his fellow punk rocker reached
the end of the corridor. The punk with the purple inverse mohawk opened
another door and gestured for Sid to enter. After hesitating for a moment,
Sid got angry with himself for his nervousness and forced himself through
the doorway.
He was amazed when entered the room on the opposite side. All four walls as well as the floor and the ceiling were painted black. Posters of punk bands were put up all over walls and the ceiling. There was a gigantic speaker in each corner of the room. The room was filled an old Sex Pistols song that was blasting from the impressively large speakers. Three couches were somehow crammed into the relatively small room. Three young men sat there, each on his own couch.
The one to Sid's left appeared to be a small, skinny guy with spiked, bleached hair and a green Dropkick Murphys shirt. He did not appear to be much older than Sid. His pants were baggy blue jeans and he wore red Converse shoes.
"Sit down," the man said nodding to the seat on the couch next to him.
On the middle couch sat bulkier man that appeared to be in his late twenties. He wore a brown leather jacket that was unzipped revealing a t- shirt that showed a hand flipping off whoever happened to be in front of him. His shorts were cut-offs made out of some old jeans and he had on some old and dirty combat boots.
"Want a coke?" the same man asked as Sid sat down.
On the last couch sat a young man who had on ordinary business attire. He would have looked like an everyday businessman expect that his jacket was wrinkled, his Buggs Bunny tie hardly looked tied at all and had a chunk torn off at the bottom, and his black slacks had a grass stain on one knee with a whole in the other. At least his expensive black loafers were polished.
"No thanks, I just had one at the bar," Sid said politely.
"I guess you're Sid Reynolds?" the man asked, already knowing the answer.
"That's me," Sid replied while trying to act relaxed when he was really scared stiff.
"I'm Andy Quinton," the man said.
"Pleased to meet you," Sid said, still trying to be polite.
"This is Vince Westborough," Andy said pointing at the man in the leather jacket, "And over there is Tony Denton."
Sid said a simple "hello" to each of them.
After a brief moment, Andy said, "Let's get down to business now. We have seen your efficiency in killing members of the Cartel and we think you could be a valuable asset to our organization. We have decided to invite you to do assigned jobs for us. Do you accept?"
"Definitely," Sid said after thinking for a moment.
"Awesome. Now let's talk about your first job. Don't be offended, okay. This is your first job so you won't be working directly against the Cartel. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure," Sid replied.
"Good. Your job will be to get me some money. The organization is low on funds and we can't be going into debt. You and Tony over here will be working together on this. I have a source inside this bank over in the Cartel neighborhood. He has told me when and where an armored car will stop by to deliver the new bills. It will your job to rob it," Andy said.
"Okay," Sid and Tony replied in unison.
"These are the specifics," Andy said while handing them each a piece of paper.
Sid and Tony started to read when Andy said, "You can read that crap later. I have a couple more new people coming in soon. You guys can go ahead and leave."
Sid and Tony got up and shook hands with Andy and Vince, who had said or done nothing during the whole conversation.
"You'll find a couple MP-5s with the doorman. Good luck guys," Andy said as he sat back down.
The two new employees started making their way to the door when Andy said, "Hey! Try to be more relaxed next time. I'll only kill you if you screw up something pretty bad."
Sid and his new co-worker found their new toys and left the pub.
He was amazed when entered the room on the opposite side. All four walls as well as the floor and the ceiling were painted black. Posters of punk bands were put up all over walls and the ceiling. There was a gigantic speaker in each corner of the room. The room was filled an old Sex Pistols song that was blasting from the impressively large speakers. Three couches were somehow crammed into the relatively small room. Three young men sat there, each on his own couch.
The one to Sid's left appeared to be a small, skinny guy with spiked, bleached hair and a green Dropkick Murphys shirt. He did not appear to be much older than Sid. His pants were baggy blue jeans and he wore red Converse shoes.
"Sit down," the man said nodding to the seat on the couch next to him.
On the middle couch sat bulkier man that appeared to be in his late twenties. He wore a brown leather jacket that was unzipped revealing a t- shirt that showed a hand flipping off whoever happened to be in front of him. His shorts were cut-offs made out of some old jeans and he had on some old and dirty combat boots.
"Want a coke?" the same man asked as Sid sat down.
On the last couch sat a young man who had on ordinary business attire. He would have looked like an everyday businessman expect that his jacket was wrinkled, his Buggs Bunny tie hardly looked tied at all and had a chunk torn off at the bottom, and his black slacks had a grass stain on one knee with a whole in the other. At least his expensive black loafers were polished.
"No thanks, I just had one at the bar," Sid said politely.
"I guess you're Sid Reynolds?" the man asked, already knowing the answer.
"That's me," Sid replied while trying to act relaxed when he was really scared stiff.
"I'm Andy Quinton," the man said.
"Pleased to meet you," Sid said, still trying to be polite.
"This is Vince Westborough," Andy said pointing at the man in the leather jacket, "And over there is Tony Denton."
Sid said a simple "hello" to each of them.
After a brief moment, Andy said, "Let's get down to business now. We have seen your efficiency in killing members of the Cartel and we think you could be a valuable asset to our organization. We have decided to invite you to do assigned jobs for us. Do you accept?"
"Definitely," Sid said after thinking for a moment.
"Awesome. Now let's talk about your first job. Don't be offended, okay. This is your first job so you won't be working directly against the Cartel. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure," Sid replied.
"Good. Your job will be to get me some money. The organization is low on funds and we can't be going into debt. You and Tony over here will be working together on this. I have a source inside this bank over in the Cartel neighborhood. He has told me when and where an armored car will stop by to deliver the new bills. It will your job to rob it," Andy said.
"Okay," Sid and Tony replied in unison.
"These are the specifics," Andy said while handing them each a piece of paper.
Sid and Tony started to read when Andy said, "You can read that crap later. I have a couple more new people coming in soon. You guys can go ahead and leave."
Sid and Tony got up and shook hands with Andy and Vince, who had said or done nothing during the whole conversation.
"You'll find a couple MP-5s with the doorman. Good luck guys," Andy said as he sat back down.
The two new employees started making their way to the door when Andy said, "Hey! Try to be more relaxed next time. I'll only kill you if you screw up something pretty bad."
Sid and his new co-worker found their new toys and left the pub.