Kitana- Maybe it's a little too short, oh well…
10
"You know the deal Freddy," Chris said, "Or do you wish for a reminder?"
Freddy sat up properly; he laid the empty glass on a coaster. He pushed the chair forward and sat comfortably, "Can the record Chris. I've heard it all before."
Chris stood close to the edge of Freddy's desk, "You know I run a business. I'm giving you the C4 for free, and that's killing me badly. But there is no way that I can give you all these weapons for free as well."
Chris sighed, "Ok, what's it gonna cost?" It wasn't question he liked to ask, it meant too many things. Too many favours or debts would be attached to this.
And old debts die-hard.
Freddy smiled, "You know what I'll do? I will give everything for free if I can get some ass."
Chris frowned, and it dawned on him that this conversation wasn't going to have a happy ending, "Say what?"
"I'll rephrase it for you shall I? I'll give this all," he pointed to the weapons gathered within two cardboard boxes. They couldn't be carried because they were heavy and people would see them. There wasn't any other place apart from the boxes provided, "for free if I can have Claire for one night."
He just stood there in silence, Claire frowned and Leon was about to smash Freddy's face in.
Chris laughed, a mean spiteful sound, "You expect me to let you sleep with my sister?"
"Well if you need this, well of course."
Chris moved forward, no one would assume that from him, he grabbed Freddy's shirt and pulled him close, "You still don't know how I work do you?"
As if in an instant he used his right hand and reached for his combat knife under his shirt and laid it across his neck, "Are you brave? Or just plain fucking dumb?" He moved the jagged side of the knife in, Freddy gasped and blood trickled down his neck to the collar of his shirt. He gulped, which made the knife move in more.
"Chris!" called Claire, "Stop it," she actually wanted Chris to hurt him, but not to the point of killing him. It wasn't Chris he wasn't a murderer. If they couldn't get the arsenal then they would figure something out.
He ignored her and carried on, "Now this is what I suggest you'll do. You can give them for free or you can have me push until the metal passes through your neck and out the other side. Oh one thing death isn't immediate."
Freddy gulped again, "Ok, ok," he whimpered, "I'll do it."
Chris didn't let up; he pulled him closer and whispered, "No funny business, you let us go without any hassle from you or your lackeys."
He nodded slightly, scared of the knife at this throat going further into his flesh, "Sure thing Chris."
Chris released his hold and stepped back, his heart was pumping quickly, he was never used to being the bad guy. However in this case, he was more than happy to play the part. Freddy had power and money, but he was weak and a piece of shit. He replaced the knife under his shirt and turned to the two behind him.
"Ok lets go," he said in a, weirdly, cheerful manner.
Leon picked up the two cardboard boxes containing the items and followed behind Chris and Claire, "I suppose we won't be shopping here any time soon then?"
"Shut up Leon."
10
"You know the deal Freddy," Chris said, "Or do you wish for a reminder?"
Freddy sat up properly; he laid the empty glass on a coaster. He pushed the chair forward and sat comfortably, "Can the record Chris. I've heard it all before."
Chris stood close to the edge of Freddy's desk, "You know I run a business. I'm giving you the C4 for free, and that's killing me badly. But there is no way that I can give you all these weapons for free as well."
Chris sighed, "Ok, what's it gonna cost?" It wasn't question he liked to ask, it meant too many things. Too many favours or debts would be attached to this.
And old debts die-hard.
Freddy smiled, "You know what I'll do? I will give everything for free if I can get some ass."
Chris frowned, and it dawned on him that this conversation wasn't going to have a happy ending, "Say what?"
"I'll rephrase it for you shall I? I'll give this all," he pointed to the weapons gathered within two cardboard boxes. They couldn't be carried because they were heavy and people would see them. There wasn't any other place apart from the boxes provided, "for free if I can have Claire for one night."
He just stood there in silence, Claire frowned and Leon was about to smash Freddy's face in.
Chris laughed, a mean spiteful sound, "You expect me to let you sleep with my sister?"
"Well if you need this, well of course."
Chris moved forward, no one would assume that from him, he grabbed Freddy's shirt and pulled him close, "You still don't know how I work do you?"
As if in an instant he used his right hand and reached for his combat knife under his shirt and laid it across his neck, "Are you brave? Or just plain fucking dumb?" He moved the jagged side of the knife in, Freddy gasped and blood trickled down his neck to the collar of his shirt. He gulped, which made the knife move in more.
"Chris!" called Claire, "Stop it," she actually wanted Chris to hurt him, but not to the point of killing him. It wasn't Chris he wasn't a murderer. If they couldn't get the arsenal then they would figure something out.
He ignored her and carried on, "Now this is what I suggest you'll do. You can give them for free or you can have me push until the metal passes through your neck and out the other side. Oh one thing death isn't immediate."
Freddy gulped again, "Ok, ok," he whimpered, "I'll do it."
Chris didn't let up; he pulled him closer and whispered, "No funny business, you let us go without any hassle from you or your lackeys."
He nodded slightly, scared of the knife at this throat going further into his flesh, "Sure thing Chris."
Chris released his hold and stepped back, his heart was pumping quickly, he was never used to being the bad guy. However in this case, he was more than happy to play the part. Freddy had power and money, but he was weak and a piece of shit. He replaced the knife under his shirt and turned to the two behind him.
"Ok lets go," he said in a, weirdly, cheerful manner.
Leon picked up the two cardboard boxes containing the items and followed behind Chris and Claire, "I suppose we won't be shopping here any time soon then?"
"Shut up Leon."