The ghosts that we knew
Chapter 2
~Two days earlier. ~
Reno Raines watched with interest as the universal denomination they had been given up front for the job was counted and divvied up. Flanked by two of his regular men, Rally and Wessel, he shoved an elbow in Wessel's side as the man leaned forward to grab a stack of money. Raines was in control and determined to keep it that way.
"Since you're in such a hurry, Wessel why don't you go get the rest of the men?"
"Yeah, whatever," came the sullen reply as Wessel eyed the money greedily one last time before doing what he was told.
By the time he returned the money had been packed up in duffle bags and was being thrown to each man in the room.
"Where's my ship, Wessel?"
"We'll be ready to go in 10 minutes, Boss."
"Who we going after, Raines? Wessel here wouldn't tell us."
Raines grinned as he lit up a smoke. "We are going after none other than Richard B. Riddick himself."
The other men in the room whistled as they looked back and forth at each other.
"What you're holding there is just the down payment and I've got some solid leads."
"Yeah, Boss, but Riddick? Not only is the man deadly but he's also escaped from every prison in the system. You heard what happened to Tombs and both his crews."
Smoke escaped Raines nose as he approached Vincent. "In or out, which is it gonna be?"
Looking around at the other men, Vincent finally broke. "In."
Raines laughed, slapping him on the back. "Excellent. Let's go catch a killer, boys!"