Chapter 6
Dieter
In a small café in the downtown area of town Mr. Black, Brian and A small blonde haired man met. The sun was hot and glistened off the metallic table they were seated at. The men sipped their waters and looked around at the city. The blonde haired man began to get impatient. He tapped his heel on the ground consistently making a loud clicking noise as he did. He looked over at Mr. Black and began to make a tapping noise with his fist on the table.
"Why do we have to wait for your other man? We can just brief him when he arrives. I'm sick of waiting around I want to get this meeting over with."
Mr. Black nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and set it on the table. He slid it over to the blonde man and let him read the contents. The man smiled then leaded forward.
"I'm in. When do we start?" The blonde man said just as Tony arrived at the table and sat down.
Tony nodded to Mr. Black and Brian then looked over at the blonde haired man. He eyed him curiously, he was a short man, no taller than 5'5" short blonde hair. The man was dressed in long blue jean shorts and a wife beater. His scrawny arms looked no bigger around then his wrist.
"Who are you?"
"Names Dieter, I'm in on the job with you. I'm ya gun man, you need guns, tell me and I'll get them for ya."
"All right, sounds fair enough."
"This is Tony, the leader out in the field, he's experienced so he knows what he doing. Follow his lead and you wont get killed, well hopefully. Now, if you'll excuse me I have business to attend to, so gentlemen enjoy your lunch, it's on me." Mr. Black said as he threw down a hundred dollar bill on the table and walked towards a waiting cab.
The men looked at each other then at the menus in front of them. A young waiter came up to the table. The kid was tall, long black hair that was in a pony tail in the back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a note pad, he knelt down at the table and looked at the men.
"So what'll you gentleman have?" he said as he put his pen against the paper.
"I'll have the double burger with fries and a coke." Tony said.
The waiter looked at Brian, "And for you sir?"
"Uh, I'll just have a salad and a water."
"I'll have the turkey club with chips and a coke." Dieter said after Brian finished.
The waiter walked away and Tony looked at Dieter. He eyed him then turned to Brian. He whispered something in his ear then turned to Dieter. Brian nodded and whispered something back to Tony.
"We're curious Dieter, we don't know much about you. So please, tell us a little about yourself."
Dieter looked around the café then back to Tony, "Well, born and raised here in Atlanta, father left me and my mom when I was 6. I had to go out and make money for both of us so I guess I got caught up in the drug trade. I pushed rocks, Sold heroine, weed. What ever I could get my hands on, I sold it. Then when I was 16 I was jumped by members of a gang in the area, they beat me and stabbed me, and then left me for dead. Somehow I ended up in the hospital and the doctors told me I had a slim chance to live. Well, I made it through and I vowed that I would exact my revenge on them. So, I left home at 18 and began wandering the streets looking for them. Finally, after 2 years of searching, I found them. I told them what they did, that I was there to exact my revenge upon them, and do what they should have done to me, Kill me. I shot them all dead, and then I started my life as a free lance hit man. I was in that line of work up until a year ago when I was ordered to do a hit on President Sears. I couldn't do it and just left the rifle with a note in the building where the hit was supposed to take place. I listed the contractors' names on the note and they were hunted down. Since then I've lived here in peace away from the world I left. Well, now your boss has brought me back into the world I left a year ago and hoped I would never return to."
Tony nodded, "Me too, he pulled me back into the world where I didn't want to revisit ever again. I guess I accepted because I had the blood still flowing through my veins, I couldn't turn the offer down."
Brian began just as Tony finished, "I never was in a business like this, what you men were in. I was just a street racer from Motor City. I just drove and that was it, no drugs no guns, nothing. I don't know how I got into the mix of this. I guess word got around in the circles after I pulled a job in the Windy City, I was the driver and we were making our getaway when some cocky cops decided to give chase down the crowded streets. Well, to make a long story short, the men and I escaped the cops and they made off with the money and I just ended up becoming famous for that."
Dieter nodded and looked as the waiter returned with their food. The waiter set the food down in front of the men and walked away towards the inside of the café. The men began to dig into their food and talk. Dieter set his turkey club down and looked over at Brian and Tony.
"So, what's known about this Mr. Black? What do you guys know about him?"
"Nothing, we don't know anything. When I first met him the only thing he told me was to call him Mr. Black and that was it. He also said he's a collector of rare cars, but I think that's a front. How does a man who doesn't seem to have a job afford Ferraris and Jaguars and private jets? He has to be doing something other than robbing banks." Tony said.
Brian nodded and then looked over to Tony, "How'd you business go in Vice?"
"Quite well, I found out some more useful information. Those assassins that we encountered in the club that one night, seems that Mr. Vercetti did not send them, someone else did and used his name to frame him. It's quite weird, I think our Mr. Black has something to do with this, but I don't know what, I just have a feeling he has something to do with this."
"Assassins? What happened?" Dieter asked curiously.
"We were in a club in Motor city, Mr. Black said he had some business to take care of there and said we should go enjoy ourselves there and have a little fun. So we were at the club for a while then out of nowhere these suits started shooting at us. So we jumped behind the bar and began to fire back. Well, we ended up killing them and then Tony here asks one of the men who sent them, and he says Tommy Vercetti, so Tony said he was going to check it out and he did and apparently Tommy didn't sent the hitmen."
"Then who did?"
"Ah, that's the thing, we don't know who did. But by the way Mr. Black is, I wouldn't discredit him, he could definitely have done it."
The men finished their meals and paid for the bill. They exited the café and entered the crowded streets. Dieter walked over to a bright red Saleen Mustang convertible parked by the curb. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and opened the door and got in. He looked back at the men on the curb staring at him.
"Well, are you coming or are you just going to stand there?" He said as he put the key in the ignition.
Tony and Brian walked over to the car and got in. Brian rode shotgun and Tony sat in the back seat. Dieter turned the car on and drove away into the traffic. He sped through the streets swerving in and out of cars. The wind caused Tony's long hair to flap in the wind. Brian smiled at Dieter as he swerved between cars and darted around corners.
"Where are we going?" Tony asked.
"My apartment, I have to pick some things up before we head out to the airport and leave."
Tony nods and brushes a few stray strands of hair out of his face. Dieter accelerated and headed down the street. A few cars behind them, a black Audi pulled out of a spot and followed the car down the road. The cars continued to weave their way in and out of traffic. Finally, Dieter pulled into a housing area filled with high rise condos and apartment buildings. The Audi waited down the street and the driver watched as the mustang pulled into the apartment complex. He drove the car forward towards the gate of the apartment complex.
The mustang came to a stop in front of a large brick apartment building. Dieter, Tony and Brian got out of the car and walked up the steps to the inside of the apartment. The Audi pulled into a spot across the street and the driver looked out the window through binoculars at the apartment. Dieter walked over to the door and pulled out a key and slid it into the lock, he turned it and a click could be heard as the door unlocked. He turned the handle and opened the door.
The men walked into the apartment and shut the door behind them, the driver took noticed and pulled out a pack of Red Apples. He struck a match and lit the cigarette, he puffed out the smoke and looked over to the apartment, and all that was left now was waiting. He sat in the car and watched a light in an upper window flicker on. He picked the binoculars up and looked closer at the window.
The men moved around in the upstairs room of Dieters apartment. Tony found a large chair in one corner of the room and sat down in it. The other men followed suit and sat down too. Tony picked up a gun lying down on a table next to him. He held it up and examined it, he turned it around in his hand looking closely at it.
The man in the Audi opened the door and walked across the street to Dieters door. He pulled out a pin and a needle and fiddled with the lock. He picked the lock and opened the door and walked into the house. The walls were a deep red and the floor was a very light wooden finish. He crept up the stairs to the upper level. He could hear voices coming from beyond a door right in front of him. He grabbed the handle and turned it, he slowly opened the door and peered inside. The men were gathered around a small table playing poker. He opened the door and walked into the room, the men turned around and looked at the man standing in the door way, it was Mr. Black.
"Mr. Black? How did you get in here?" Dieter asked.
Mr. Black just chuckled and avoided the question. He walked over to a bar stool and pulled it up to the table the men were playing poker at. He set it down next to Tony and sat down on the stool. The men stared at Mr. Black as he picked up the cards and shuffled them.
The men looked down at the table and picked up their cards as they were dealt. Tony held a pair of 3's; he looked up at the table and placed his ante. Brian held a king and a queen, a little smirk came across his face, he picked up a chip and placed his ante. Dieter looked at his cards, he held aces, he smiled and anted. Mr. Black dealt the community, an ace a 3 and a 4. Dieter smiled to himself as he looked over at Tony, Tony lifted up 3 chips and tossed them into the pile. Brian threw his cards on the pile and leaned back in his chair. Dieter looked over at Tony, he smiled.
"3 chips that's it? Not a high roller, I thought you liked to gamble?"
"No, I gamble with more than my money. But in this case I don't see a need to gamble big."
Dieter nodded and picked up 5 chips, "I'll see your 3 and raise you 2."
Tony picked up 2 chips and tossed them on the pile of chips. Both men looked over at Mr. Black as he dealt the flop. A red 3 was shone, Tony gave a slight smile and looked over at Dieter. He picked up a handful of chips and tossed them in. Dieter looked stunned for a moment but called the bet. Both men eagerly anticipated the river. They looked over at Mr. Black, he smiled and picked up the next card laying it face down next to the other 4. He looked up at the two men and smiled. He slowly flipped the card over, revealing a queen. Tony threw a smile out and set down a half dozen chips. Dieter felt backed into a corner, he reluctantly called thinking Tony had nothing. Tony smiled and showed his card, 4 of a kid, Dieter bowed his head and shook it. Tony reached in and grabbed the pile and pulled it towards him.
Tony looked over at the digital clock on the counter, 3:37. He looked at the ceiling and breathed out heavily. He got up out of the chair and began to walk around the room. Brian seemed to be passed out on the couch; Tony walked over to the opposite couch and laid down. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, Dieter and Mr. Black headed to the bedrooms that Dieter had in his apartment. Dieter chose the guest bedroom offering Mr. Black the master suite. They headed to their rooms and shut the doors.
The sun light shone in through the large windows and sprayed upon the men laying on the couches. Tony arose and sat up on the couch, he stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. He looked through the refrigerator finding an apple on the bottom shelf, he picked it up and shined it on his wrinkled polo shirt. He held the apple up to his mouth and took a bite out of it, the juices dripped down his cheek. He turned around and saw Mr. Black standing right in front of him, he smiled.
"Morning Tony. Rouse the men, we're heading out soon, we got one more man to pick up."
Tony nodded and walked back to the living room and woke up Brian. They gathered their things and headed towards the door. Tony looked back and saw Dieter emerging from his room. The men walked to the door and headed down the stairs to the street. Dieter began to walk towards his mustang but Mr. Black signaled for him to follow the men to the Audi he had. Dieter followed the men to the car and got in. Mr. Black headed off to the Airport outside of town.
Mr. Black drove the car into the small hanger and parked the car. The men got out but Mr. Black did not follow. Dieter and Brian paid no attention to that and kept walking towards the plan. Tony turned around and looked back at him, he walked around to the driver window.
"You're not coming?"
"No, you're heading to my estate in the country, I'm heading to pick up our final contact. I'll meet you back at my estate in 36 hours."
"What are we to do?"
"Make yourselves at home, I'll have a room for all of you, you all deserve a good rest. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a different plane to catch." He said as he rolled up the window and drove off to a different hanger.
Tony walked back towards the plane catching up with the other men. They looked back at only Tony. They looked confused as they walked towards Tony.
"Where's Mr. Black?" Brian asked.
"No time, I'll explain on the plane." He said as he trotted off towards the boarding steps.
The men followed Tony and boarded the plane. They all took their seats as the plans engines began to start up. The plane began to creep forward as it taxied down the tarmac. Tony looked out the window to see the Audi in a garage with a large helicopter, Tony peered through the window to get a closer look but the plane sped up and he couldn't get a view. The plane lifted off into the air and finally the shaking in the cabin stopped as the plane reached cursing altitude.
"Why isn't Mr. Black with us?" Brian asked.
"He told me he was going to get our final man himself and that he was sending us to his country estate which I don't know where that is. He said he'd be joining us in 36 hours and to make ourselves at home."
"Why does he want to get the final man on his own?" Dieter asked as he poured himself a scotch from the wet bar.
"I don't know, could be any number of reasons. He could be a friend he knows that could do the job, or possibly an associate. There are too many possibilities. I just say we go with it, i just want to get this job over with. Hopefully this man will be good."
"Yeah, hopefully." Tony said as he looked out the window at the vast expanse of clouds.
Meanwhile back at the hanger, Mr. Black walked to the trunk of the Audi and pulled out a large suitcase. He walked over to the helicopter and opened the door. He climbed in and sat in the back. He set the suitcase down and opened it up. Inside was a set of clothes. Mr. Black picked up the fake set and set the large fake piece down on the floor. Inside the suitcase was a mask kit, a gun, an electronic receiver and a voice changing device. He smiled as he zipped the suitcase shut and the helicopter took off.
"This should do him just fine. Hopefully he doesn't fail me and everything goes according to plan. These men will have one hell of a surprise waiting for them at the Reserve." He chuckled to himself as the helicopter crossed over the city and headed east to Riverton where he would meet his contact for the job.