well this chapter's a little different. I think you'll be bored by it, but I have another one half- written already, so I hope you don't mind...
The boy stumbled out of the car, moving to the front. The white letters on the back of his jacket seemed to glow in the headlights. He stared at the building, then at the slip of paper in his hand. Moving forward, tripping over the debris, he kept his eyes fixed on the dishevelled building before him. An old office block, at least 8 storeys, and as he doubted the lift would be in working order, he would have to take the stairs to the third floor. But he didn't think that even they would be very safe, judging by the ruin of the rest of the place. He went to the door, and there his training failed him. Rats and cockroaches scurried every where, numerous small animals seemed to have crawled in and died, by the stench of the place. He jerked at every sound, and clutched the case he carried to his chest with both hands. He didn't seem very old, not old at all. Barely 18 or 19, and not much experience of drop- offs in the middle of the night in ruined buildings.
"Dave? Dave?" he called, his voice thin and wavering. He obviously didn't really expect an answer, as he took a step forward without waiting.
"Dave?" he was calling for no other reason than to hear a voice.
He climbed the stairs slowly, holding the case like a precious thing. When he reached the third floor landing, he began to look around, muttering to himself.
"Third floor, to the right… small… kitchen" his breath was coming ragged now, and the sweat glistened on his brow.
He paused at the door of a tiny kitchenette, panting. He didn't even know what was in this God- damned case, let alone why his brother wanted him to lay his job on the line, as well as his life. He gazed around, and became aware of a creaking; old warped wood falling in on itself, when with a sudden resounding snap the ceiling and floor exploded, white dust bloomed and fell, and the boy dropped through rotting wood and snapped, rusted metal to the floor below.
The dust floated down, coating the floor and the boy. He clutched at the handle of the case still, but the latches had not proved as strong. The case was sprawled open, its contents disturbed from their wrappings, but still sitting in the lid. He gasped, flailing arms about to shut the case with its disgusting contents, closing the lid on the horrific sight. The latches were snapped shut by his shaking hands, but the image was burned onto the back of his brain. Whatever he had thought his brother was involved in, however bad, he hadn't thought it was anything like this. He stumbled to his feet, coughing on dust, and hurled the case to the floor above, through the gaping hole. It landed with a thud into the ruined kitchen, and he fled, tripping and sweating and cursing, down to his car. Even blood wasn't this thick.
Four pairs of eyes watched his car speed past, down the narrow street. They swerved in front of the car, causing it to screech to a halt, too late to reverse, and hedged in on either side by unused buildings. Four men got out of the car, and walked over to the car. These men were too professional to even swagger, they walked with the certainty that if you weren't scared yet; you soon would be.
One of the men yanked open the driver's door, to reveal a wide- eyed scared boy covered in white dust.
"You Jake Marsden?" one of the men asked, as the boy scrabbled to shut the door.
"Yes. I mean… no!" cried the boy desperately. "That's… he's… my brother!"
"Ah, so that'd make you Dave Marsden, would it? Now, that's interesting." He managed to convey that being Dave Marsden's brother would earn you a much better fate than if you were Dave Marsden himself. And having seen what was in the case, Jake couldn't really say he was surprised.
"I… what… who are you?" he managed, voice breaking. He hadn't been trained for this.
"We're here to get the case that your brother sent you to get and give to him for our boss."
One of the other men rolled his eyes at this.
"We want the case," he butted in. "Our boss wants the case. Now, where did ya leave it?" Jake didn't answer. The man sighed."Step out of the car please sir."
"I… no!"
"Yes." Said the man. "I warn you now, you don't co-operate, and it gets messy for you. And probably your brother."
"This is all about Dave, isn't it?" Jake cried. "What's he done? Why did he want those things in the case?"
The men grabbed his shoulders and hauled him out of the car.
"We're the ones who're gonna be asking questions here."
Well, that was a little different. I hope I didn't bore you, but it's quite late, and a full moon, and I've just finished watching Dog Soldiers (with Sean Pertwee- what a legend!), and I'm in the mood for descriptive violence.grins evilly I'll be over it by the next chapter, don't worry. And LOTS of reviews please! (not that I'm greedy, not at all!)