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See, everyone likes it who reads it.
Make it longer and we'll luff ju.
^_^
A deal gone bad wasn't a deal, it was a fuck up. Unfortunately, I had fucked up and there would be no sleep for me that night. A jewish businessman downtown was one of the many that were symphathizers to Israel. They had the money to syphon their funds to their homeland, but they didn't have the balls to go over and pick up a gun and fight off the 'threats'. I didn't care about his religion, or his lack of manhood. All I care about is that he caused more blood on my record, and for that he was going to pay. There was no solvent or solution on the planet that rubbed off the stain of a deal gone wrong. It brought me back to my days in Europe- killing someone because they didn't pay somebody. A great way to get your money, ending their life eh?
While I drove I was reckless. I was up in fouth gear, going double and nearly triple the speed limit, 180MPH. I was pissed, and my Five-SeveN stirred under my jacket, and I could feel my trigger finger twitching repeatedly. For some reason, I was craving the smell of gun powder and blood. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and I shifted down, then down again as my crew and I began to get off of the highway. We got off at the downtown district, and parked a block away from the large business building that Mr.Goldstein owned. A few men at a time, we walked in fully loaded and ready to draw. The welcoming was far from nice
"Mr.Goldstein, now."
A deal gone bad wasn't a deal, it was a fuck up. Unfortunately, I had fucked up and there would be no sleep for me that night. A jewish businessman downtown was one of the many that were symphathizers to Israel. They had the money to syphon their funds to their homeland, but they didn't have the balls to go over and pick up a gun and fight off the 'threats'. I didn't care about his religion, or his lack of manhood. All I care about is that he caused more blood on my record, and for that he was going to pay. There was no solvent or solution on the planet that rubbed off the stain of a deal gone wrong. It brought me back to my days in Europe- killing someone because they didn't pay somebody. A great way to get your money, ending their life eh?
While I drove I was reckless. I was up in fouth gear, going double and nearly triple the speed limit, 180MPH. I was pissed, and my Five-SeveN stirred under my jacket, and I could feel my trigger finger twitching repeatedly. For some reason, I was craving the smell of gun powder and blood. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and I shifted down, then down again as my crew and I began to get off of the highway. We got off at the downtown district, and parked a block away from the large business building that Mr.Goldstein owned. A few men at a time, we walked in fully loaded and ready to draw. The welcoming was far from nice
"Mr.Goldstein, now."
"Excuse me?"
"Goldstein, I am here to see him."
"I am pretty sure you don't have an appointment, besides he's leaving his office now, escorted. I suggest you come back next week." The security guard said. He looked up from his semi-circle desk and stared coldly up at Shamino, whom looked down at him with a blank expression on his face.
"I will go up there and talk to him, then." Shamino turned, making his way to the elevators. He could hear shouting and a quick crack as the Guard was detained and then destroyed by one of his men, whom would pilot the elevators. Shamino entered, and nodded up at the camera. His men would be monitering his movements, now. He checked over the Five-SeveN, nodding quickly before shoving it hastily into his belt. He exited and turned to the left, towards Mr.Goldstein's office. There was the fat man, cigar in mouth, escorted by two lovely, underage ladies. "Still disgusting hobbies."
"You really need to get some, Mr.Warhen." Goldstein said inbetween a breath of cancer.
I am passive to all religions and races. Mr.Goldstein was an asshole not because of his faith, but because he had a lot of money. The two sixteen year old girls would probably walk away with a few thousand dollars after their night with the rich, fat old fuck. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't in the mood for letting him leave alive. I withdrew my pistol and my eyes narrowed. My index finger was twitching, and my gun wanted a few more rounds fired off before being officially holstered for the night.
"You didn't expect to see me here did you?"
"Well of course not. It's midnight, you stupid bastard. Put the gun away and come back when you can make some sense." Mr.Goldstein nuzzled his cheek against the young, blond lass on his left, he muttered. "An associate of mine, probably on drugs. You know how the young and rich are..."
Shamino didn't hesitate to raise and pull back the hammer with his thumb. "Come on, Goldstein. How about you tell them about the dozens of other underage ladies, and what you may or may of not received from them. I take it you throw a few hundred at them and they don't care if your old shit is strapped? Push the ladies away so I can cap you nice and good." Shamino said, turning the pistol to the side ever so slightly.
Now prostitute's usually carry some form of protection on them. A knife or even a .38 caliber to dent the flesh and bolt as fast as they can. It was the first time I had seen two 16 year old girls pull out semi auto's from under their skirt's and aim at me. I was able to click the button on my right wrist and have my P10 compact pistol slide out. Ten rounds of .45ACP action inside a pistol the size of my palm. I looked rediculous- a huge pistol in my left, dominate hand and a pea-shooter looking pistol in the other. Both were aimed at their respective targets- the hookers.
My right thumb struggled ever so slightly to pull back the hammer on the P10. This was a dangerous and embarrasing situation. The boys downstairs would be placing bets soon. I realized then, why I had came.
I came to kill.
Two more bodies wouldn't hinder that.
The hammer's shot forwards with light speed, and the bullets exited from their nests. They were simply lead beasts, shooting from their steel cages to tear open the flesh of his opponent's. Shamino's fingers squeezed the triggers several times over, causing the women holding the fire arms to fly back and into the two small trees that accented the hallway which lead to Goldstein's personal office. Flecks of blood stained the Jewish Businessman's white suit. Shamino twirled on his feet, and stopped with his Five-SeveN pointed at Mr.Goldstein's forehead. "Two headshots in one night, you old fuck." Shamino whispered.
It was a shame about the ladies. I knew they weren't bad, they were probably nice- good graded students at a local highschool. They weren't stone cold killers. Unfortunately, they were now stone cold dead. I pulled the trigger and obliterated the man in front of me like a Nazi officer did to his father some sixty odd years ago. That wasn't on my mind at the time, but it came up when I was getting piss drunk. Right then, I had been fucked out of dirty money. Now I had bloody money, a bloody gun, and blood on my suit. The Cleaners wouldn't be happy they had two buildings to sweep clean, and I would have to be pretty quiet for the next few weeks. Gun Running, anyways.
Laying low on the gun trade meant partying it up in every single club, bar, ballroom, and bedroom I could.
Awesome again :D I love this story , can't wait for even more :D So well written, and descriptive .. makes you feel so much like you're there =)
