Post by fortunesoul on Jul 6, 2015 21:38:29 GMT -5
For lack of better words, this place is disgusting.
I'm looking at my plate by the bar, eating a greasy hamburger,
the fries tasted like paste that oozed luke warm vinegar.
It was a sad looking scene, dead beats, drug users, rough looking people
but I valued this time, it was the only time I was truly left alone with my thoughts; on the job anyway.
I took one last bite, disappointed with my choice, I threw in the napkin.
I was self-reflecting like I usually do before any job, it left my face blank.
I thought, "where exactly was the turning point in my life... from wanting to be an officer of the law,
to this?"
How ironic I thought to myself, all those years of education, all the essay writing, research, all of the volunteer work...
I paused my thought for a split second, is that? Yup it was.
I pull out my wallet and pulled out some cash. A decent tip for the miserable dame behind the bar, and a photograph.
Second guessing myself I casually match the description to the male walking by with two .. "friends" that looked like body guards.
Paranoid old f*** I thought, those were always the harder ones.
Everyone's interconnected.
Everyone knows someone that knows someone.
Everyone has opinions of that someone.
Everyone thinks they're special.
I didn't ask questions, there's a reason why I was in the industry that I was in, and that's one of the qualities one must posses.
Besides, you can usually figure out the situation for yourself, it isn't that hard.
"Hey Mark!" said the bar owner with a sly grin on his face.
"hey Nolan" I said much less enthusiastic, but more sincere.
"What brings you down here Marky? come to see me?" Nolan said with a wink.
"i was in the area after work and came for a bite." I said distastefully.
Nolan looked over at my plate and saw most of the hamburger left with only a few fries left on the plate.
"Ohhhhh" said Nolan looking slightly bitter.
"You should come to the back with me and my boys to party." Nolan tapped his nose with a sly smile.
"oh Nolan you know I don't do that shit anymore." I said firmly.
"Well come to the back for a drink." Nolan said authoritatively
f***.
I thought, again I laughed at myself for slipping up, even in a life and death situation
I was always keen to find humour in simple misery and fuckery, especially when it applied to me.
Focus. Okay, think quickly, how can I play this off before I get my brains blown out.
Ah, okay okay lets try it.
I smiled, "Of course, lets have that drink."
I knew asking to have the drink at the bar would end poorly for me.
It's easy sometimes, to just let people think you're stupid. People always want to believe
they are the ones that have the drop, and you know what? It works for me.
We opened the door to the back of the bar and went through the kitchen.
I was repulsed to see where my burger came from, but it made sense after all.
I was also very aware that Nolan was leading while one guy was behind me and the other in front.
So they were aware I might try to make a move; that was clear.
But were their guards up or down? Were they as stupid as Nolan?
OR
Was Nolan one step ahead of me, knowing that I knew I was f*****?
Stop. You're over thinking again, and its terrible. -said the voice in my head.
We went into his office, Yup. now was my chance, It came that fast, it was my only opportunity, that or death.
Two idiots, and a idiot leader I thought to myself. A bar owner, another voice in my head chimed in.
I would bet any money that Nolan had a sawed-off shotgun under his tacky little office desk.
As Nolan's "friend" closed the door behind me, turning his back, i turned mine and grabbed him by the neck.
While spinning back around using buddy as a meat sheild, Nolan and his other body guard turned towards me, I pulled out my 9mm, silenced.
I was always quick on the draw, especially having it planned out and all.
Nolan's second guard easily went down with two holes in his chest,
Nolan got a shot off, luckily his friend kindly took the bullet for me.
Two shots to the heart, one to the head. A confirmed kill.
I let go of Nolan's friend, he was doomed to bleed out.
I didn't care much to hear him choke on his own blood so I went to where Nolan's lifeless body laid.
I took a picture with my phone. I starred at it longer than I normally do.
But then I remembered that Nolan got a shot off, and that means noise, noise means attention.
Quickly, I picked up my shells from the 9mm, and slipped on my leather gloves.
Nolan's friend wasn't moving anymore, but I slit his throat to be sure, no loose ends.
I scanned the scene once more making sure there wasn't any evidence of me being here.
Let me think..
Cash, too dingy for cameras, picked up the bullets... ah my face,
Who saw it the bartender and cooks? I'm sure they would have the common sense to keep their mouth shut,
I mean they know who I'm involved with and all. I'll risk it.
I pull up my hood, and peered out the door, the cooks didn't seem to bat an eye.
I saw the kitchen exit, I casually speed walked towards it and peered out.
Clear. of course it was clear.
I walked out to my car, It was a nice car, but not nice enough to draw attention.
Sleek looking, but not flashy.
I thought to myself,
That was sloppy, I thought, how close I was to catching a bullet, how close I could of been wacked right out in the front,
how I ate his burger then killed him...
I chuckled, how ironic.
Then I thought of the 20 grand I was being paid.
Then I thought, as a grin started to rise on my face...
I get to do this again tomorrow.
I'm looking at my plate by the bar, eating a greasy hamburger,
the fries tasted like paste that oozed luke warm vinegar.
It was a sad looking scene, dead beats, drug users, rough looking people
but I valued this time, it was the only time I was truly left alone with my thoughts; on the job anyway.
I took one last bite, disappointed with my choice, I threw in the napkin.
I was self-reflecting like I usually do before any job, it left my face blank.
I thought, "where exactly was the turning point in my life... from wanting to be an officer of the law,
to this?"
How ironic I thought to myself, all those years of education, all the essay writing, research, all of the volunteer work...
I paused my thought for a split second, is that? Yup it was.
I pull out my wallet and pulled out some cash. A decent tip for the miserable dame behind the bar, and a photograph.
Second guessing myself I casually match the description to the male walking by with two .. "friends" that looked like body guards.
Paranoid old f*** I thought, those were always the harder ones.
Everyone's interconnected.
Everyone knows someone that knows someone.
Everyone has opinions of that someone.
Everyone thinks they're special.
I didn't ask questions, there's a reason why I was in the industry that I was in, and that's one of the qualities one must posses.
Besides, you can usually figure out the situation for yourself, it isn't that hard.
"Hey Mark!" said the bar owner with a sly grin on his face.
"hey Nolan" I said much less enthusiastic, but more sincere.
"What brings you down here Marky? come to see me?" Nolan said with a wink.
"i was in the area after work and came for a bite." I said distastefully.
Nolan looked over at my plate and saw most of the hamburger left with only a few fries left on the plate.
"Ohhhhh" said Nolan looking slightly bitter.
"You should come to the back with me and my boys to party." Nolan tapped his nose with a sly smile.
"oh Nolan you know I don't do that shit anymore." I said firmly.
"Well come to the back for a drink." Nolan said authoritatively
f***.
I thought, again I laughed at myself for slipping up, even in a life and death situation
I was always keen to find humour in simple misery and fuckery, especially when it applied to me.
Focus. Okay, think quickly, how can I play this off before I get my brains blown out.
Ah, okay okay lets try it.
I smiled, "Of course, lets have that drink."
I knew asking to have the drink at the bar would end poorly for me.
It's easy sometimes, to just let people think you're stupid. People always want to believe
they are the ones that have the drop, and you know what? It works for me.
We opened the door to the back of the bar and went through the kitchen.
I was repulsed to see where my burger came from, but it made sense after all.
I was also very aware that Nolan was leading while one guy was behind me and the other in front.
So they were aware I might try to make a move; that was clear.
But were their guards up or down? Were they as stupid as Nolan?
OR
Was Nolan one step ahead of me, knowing that I knew I was f*****?
Stop. You're over thinking again, and its terrible. -said the voice in my head.
We went into his office, Yup. now was my chance, It came that fast, it was my only opportunity, that or death.
Two idiots, and a idiot leader I thought to myself. A bar owner, another voice in my head chimed in.
I would bet any money that Nolan had a sawed-off shotgun under his tacky little office desk.
As Nolan's "friend" closed the door behind me, turning his back, i turned mine and grabbed him by the neck.
While spinning back around using buddy as a meat sheild, Nolan and his other body guard turned towards me, I pulled out my 9mm, silenced.
I was always quick on the draw, especially having it planned out and all.
Nolan's second guard easily went down with two holes in his chest,
Nolan got a shot off, luckily his friend kindly took the bullet for me.
Two shots to the heart, one to the head. A confirmed kill.
I let go of Nolan's friend, he was doomed to bleed out.
I didn't care much to hear him choke on his own blood so I went to where Nolan's lifeless body laid.
I took a picture with my phone. I starred at it longer than I normally do.
But then I remembered that Nolan got a shot off, and that means noise, noise means attention.
Quickly, I picked up my shells from the 9mm, and slipped on my leather gloves.
Nolan's friend wasn't moving anymore, but I slit his throat to be sure, no loose ends.
I scanned the scene once more making sure there wasn't any evidence of me being here.
Let me think..
Cash, too dingy for cameras, picked up the bullets... ah my face,
Who saw it the bartender and cooks? I'm sure they would have the common sense to keep their mouth shut,
I mean they know who I'm involved with and all. I'll risk it.
I pull up my hood, and peered out the door, the cooks didn't seem to bat an eye.
I saw the kitchen exit, I casually speed walked towards it and peered out.
Clear. of course it was clear.
I walked out to my car, It was a nice car, but not nice enough to draw attention.
Sleek looking, but not flashy.
I thought to myself,
That was sloppy, I thought, how close I was to catching a bullet, how close I could of been wacked right out in the front,
how I ate his burger then killed him...
I chuckled, how ironic.
Then I thought of the 20 grand I was being paid.
Then I thought, as a grin started to rise on my face...
I get to do this again tomorrow.