notebookwriter
03-26-2011, 12:03 PM
A single pothole, filled just the slightest bit with muddy water. It sat peacefully in the middle of a dirt road, surrounded by the quiet African savannah. Suddenly the car lurched and banged, easily clearing the hole, even at its speed.
"I thought that you said that you were going to avoid those," the man said in a very deep and well educated voice.
"Oy, those things, ah those are bugs compared to this beauty," another man said in a Irish a ccented, slightly less educated voice.
"Marcus, please do try and make this ride a little easier for our supplies, they and myself are not as sturdy as you are, my friend."
"Wha, I practly own those things, I know wha they'll take."
"We are almost at the site, try and shut-up, we do not what to set a bad first impression, now do we?"
After hearing the predictable "Humph" from the front of the car, George turned and checked the supplies. It was till intact.
"We are lucky then", George said to himself
He then proceeded to take the supplies out, push a magazine into the supplies, screw the silencer onto the supplies, pull the supplies in two directions so that the supplies was considered to be "Loaded", and then made sure the firing arm of the supplies was back and ready. He then checked the supplies sights and put the supplies into his supply holster. After doing this, he grabbed the black case and shoved into the passenger seat and took the metal clad brief case into his hands, spun the dials to make sure it opened correctly the slammed it shut and put it into the seat next to him.
"We're here, you little bugger," Marcus yelled from the front
"I am assuming you remember what to do?" George said waiting for the little nod he had grown accustomed to. "It would be a shame if you forget what to do, again," George toyed with him, "All the supplies you need are in that case."
They pulled up to a small shack, surrounded by short yellow grass. There was another car on the other side of the shack with a few men standing around it, they pulled up and parked, Marcus going left into the brush of trees, while George carried his case up to the door, knocked gently, then walked in. On the inside the room was dark, with a ceiling lamp sitting over a table in the center, only lighting the table. There were falling florescent lights on his side of the room which dimly light the other side. There were no windows and the table held a small briefcase.
"Glad to see you're here," a man on the other side of the room, near the table, said in a deep, African toned voice.
"Do you have the goods?" he asked him.
"If you have the money."
They then both opened their respective cases, one held some strange looking electrical equipment, the other held a large some of money. As the man behind the table was lost in the amount of money, George heard another man, in the back behind the first, say "Ni nini mpango tena?" and the quick response from another man opposite of their door of the second, "Sisi kuchukua pesa kisha kumwua." George quickly became nervous and thought as quickly as he could, "Who: Guards probably, no, their guards for certain, they don't know I understand but if they want the money than...," he quickly slammed the case shut and spun the dials, "they will have to wait now to kill me but I can get them first. What: Two quicks, one realization, Swahili is anyones language."
"Fine, we will make the deal now," the man said assuming the slam was out of rush and not nervousness, "Hand over the money and the combination and you will get the goods."
"Hapana (No)", George said
The man's eyes quickly became wide as George dropped the case and quickly drew out his supplies, releasing the package that was contained inside into the first guard, then the second in two near silent puffs. He then paused and starred directly into the man's now huge eyes.
"Goodnight," he said then quickly pulled the trigger.
He walked out of the same door he had come in through, just as gently , looked at the trees and waved his gun in the air. He then turned and went back inside to collect his gifts as he heard 4 loud shots, a windshield shatter and a man scream in terror. "In 3 hours we will get to do this again, and possibly once more after that if Tarrein doesn't hold up his deal," George thought as he closed the eyes of the man with the bullet wound. "Then the big job."
"I thought that you said that you were going to avoid those," the man said in a very deep and well educated voice.
"Oy, those things, ah those are bugs compared to this beauty," another man said in a Irish a ccented, slightly less educated voice.
"Marcus, please do try and make this ride a little easier for our supplies, they and myself are not as sturdy as you are, my friend."
"Wha, I practly own those things, I know wha they'll take."
"We are almost at the site, try and shut-up, we do not what to set a bad first impression, now do we?"
After hearing the predictable "Humph" from the front of the car, George turned and checked the supplies. It was till intact.
"We are lucky then", George said to himself
He then proceeded to take the supplies out, push a magazine into the supplies, screw the silencer onto the supplies, pull the supplies in two directions so that the supplies was considered to be "Loaded", and then made sure the firing arm of the supplies was back and ready. He then checked the supplies sights and put the supplies into his supply holster. After doing this, he grabbed the black case and shoved into the passenger seat and took the metal clad brief case into his hands, spun the dials to make sure it opened correctly the slammed it shut and put it into the seat next to him.
"We're here, you little bugger," Marcus yelled from the front
"I am assuming you remember what to do?" George said waiting for the little nod he had grown accustomed to. "It would be a shame if you forget what to do, again," George toyed with him, "All the supplies you need are in that case."
They pulled up to a small shack, surrounded by short yellow grass. There was another car on the other side of the shack with a few men standing around it, they pulled up and parked, Marcus going left into the brush of trees, while George carried his case up to the door, knocked gently, then walked in. On the inside the room was dark, with a ceiling lamp sitting over a table in the center, only lighting the table. There were falling florescent lights on his side of the room which dimly light the other side. There were no windows and the table held a small briefcase.
"Glad to see you're here," a man on the other side of the room, near the table, said in a deep, African toned voice.
"Do you have the goods?" he asked him.
"If you have the money."
They then both opened their respective cases, one held some strange looking electrical equipment, the other held a large some of money. As the man behind the table was lost in the amount of money, George heard another man, in the back behind the first, say "Ni nini mpango tena?" and the quick response from another man opposite of their door of the second, "Sisi kuchukua pesa kisha kumwua." George quickly became nervous and thought as quickly as he could, "Who: Guards probably, no, their guards for certain, they don't know I understand but if they want the money than...," he quickly slammed the case shut and spun the dials, "they will have to wait now to kill me but I can get them first. What: Two quicks, one realization, Swahili is anyones language."
"Fine, we will make the deal now," the man said assuming the slam was out of rush and not nervousness, "Hand over the money and the combination and you will get the goods."
"Hapana (No)", George said
The man's eyes quickly became wide as George dropped the case and quickly drew out his supplies, releasing the package that was contained inside into the first guard, then the second in two near silent puffs. He then paused and starred directly into the man's now huge eyes.
"Goodnight," he said then quickly pulled the trigger.
He walked out of the same door he had come in through, just as gently , looked at the trees and waved his gun in the air. He then turned and went back inside to collect his gifts as he heard 4 loud shots, a windshield shatter and a man scream in terror. "In 3 hours we will get to do this again, and possibly once more after that if Tarrein doesn't hold up his deal," George thought as he closed the eyes of the man with the bullet wound. "Then the big job."