The Meeting
A Story Written and Conceived by Ezrain
As Vic waited in the pool of street light, he glanced around uneasily. New Reno was the kind of town where you could end up waiting in a pool of your own blood. He was a pack animal. He hated being alone.
"Damn you Ezrain." He muttered under his breath. Ezrain had sent him from the New Reno Arms Dealer Shop to this dank street corner to peddle off an immense stash of Jet. A small sample was in the suitcase dangling from his hand. Ezrain detested drugs of all sorts, and was itching to get some new supplies for them.
"Could have at least sent the tribal." A voice called to him. "He would have been more intimidating."
A gang of three people walked up, the leader smirking. "You're Vic, then?" He chuckled. "From the stories, I was expecting a god of some sort."
Vic held up the case. "I got what you're looking for right here. You got what He wants?"
The leader chuckled, and drew a gun. Vic began to pull back.
"This is it." The leader began. "The gauss pistol can punch through any armor guaranteed."
Vic took the gun from the man's hand, and began to inspect it. It certainly seemed to be the gun the Boss was looking for.
Vic looked up. "Mind if I check it out?" He asked. The leader nodded.
Vic took aim, and fired the gun into a decrepit car. The bullet pierced the hood, went through the engine, and came out the other side. Vic smiled. He turned around to see three desert eagles pointed at him. He swallowed.
"What gives, gents?" He asked.
"That gun only had one shot on it, Vic. You're going to need to give us more jet than what's in that case to get the ammo needed for this kind of pistol." He grinned widely. "We need jet, Vic, and we need it now."
Vic hated confrontations, especially with maniacs. "Well, this is what the boss deems a fair trade." He said, eyes not leaving the pistols. "This is a six month supply of jet, even for the most hard core use-"
"I don't give a damn!" The leader shouted, his eyes glazing red. "We need JET, Vic, JET! Not this lousy little case of it!" He pulled the hammer back.
"You be shootin' Vic mon, and we and I make sure dem vultures be pickin' your bones."
"Sulik!" Vic gasped. The huge tribal smiled, his SMG pointed at the three men. The lackeys blanched, but the leader held his nerve.
"De boss man no like dis behavior." Sulik continued. "He be seein' fit to...terminate our contract." Sulik rammed the gun into a man's back, and fired on full auto. The man's chest exploded, spraying everyone with bits of gore. Vic took off running.
The second man fired wildly with his eagle. It struck Sulik in the shoulder. He seized the man, lifted him high above his head, and slammed him repeatedly into the wall of a building. Soon, blood began flowing from a crack in the man's head. Sulik dropped him, and turned his steely gaze on the leader.
The leader was stock still, his brain not even realizing what had happened. Ezrain walked out of the shadows.
He leaned into the man's face, a look of utter contempt written all over him. He placed his .223 against the leader's temple, and fired.
He turned back to Sulik. Vic jogged up beside him, and presented Ezrain with his prize. Sulik began searching the corpses, garnering the gang more supplies. He found a suitcase hidden in one of the man's coats. In it was the ammo for the gauss pistol.
Ezrain smiled.