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Elvenoff
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2009
- Location
- Some where looking for myself
A small silver streak of light passed through the aging window blind of the small room apartment somewhere in the lower eastside of the Big Apple where a shadowy figure hugged over a small desk light with a file in one hand and a bass, copper-toped, fifty-caliber shell in the other. ‘Fine, just fine, a little more off here’ whispered the voice, a small smile spread across the face of the figure as a magnifying glass reappeared over the top the shell examining it.. ‘Sometimes I even surprise myself,’ whispered the figure as he placed the shell next to the box that held the others.
Leaning back in his chair, he screeched his arms outward to relax the tension in his back from leaning over the small desk for an uncounted amount of time. His eyes drift over to the vanilla envelope that was delivered to him, by his under the door mailbox, earlier this morning. He knew it was someone’s destiny that resided inside, another victim of a zealous entrepreneur ensuring that his or her backside is protected. He wondered who it was this time as his coal colored eyes continued its glare upon the package that nestled comfortably on the table next to him, “What the hell,” the cold toned voice whispered into the calmness of the midnight hours.
The envelope was sealed tightly and had the smell of the Corp all over it. “Once again, one of the big wigs must have done something to someone and now has to tie the not shut.” he now voiced his earlier assessment. With a rip, the contents were poured upon the desktop. Several photos, a DVD disc, a key to another drop box, his usual requirements for a job. He knew it ‘The Corp’.
Picking up the photos, his eyes befell upon a beauty; her reddish hair was long, and alive with passion, her eyes of deep blue seemed to mesmerize him as he studied her photo closely. Shaking his head to clear it, he tossed the photos back to the desktop. Picking up the DVD, he turned it about his hand thinking before hand what might be on it; shrugging his shoulders, he places the DVD disc into his portable laptop. There was the beauty once again, he watched her with keen professional eyesight. He watched the way she walked, the way she swung her arms to the tempo of her body, the way she turned her head while checking out her environment, the way she smiled upon someone calling her name. He swallowed hard and shook his head… “Don’t get attached,” his inner voice yelled out to his mind… Soon the ringing of the phone brought him back …..“Yeah,” was his deep reply as he resumed watching the young woman.
“Did you get the package?” a soft female’s voice asked quizzically
“Yeah,” his same cold toned voice spoke out.
“We want it to be up close and personal, we want her to know who….Got it?” her voice taking on a more demanding tone.
“Yeah, one hundred K for the extra.” his voice not changing it‘s tone.
“Done…” the phone went silent.
“Well sweetheart, I don’t know what you did, but you have one pissed off mama wanting you dead.” with a small chuckle, “Maybe you forgot to give her a good bye kiss.” his hand hitting the zoom function so that he may get a better look at her face and eyes. “Well whatever you did baby, you’re my meal ticket and its time to collect.” The small light that filtered into the darkness of the city faded and blended with the night.
He entered the street with only his berretta stuffed into his shoulder holster that was concealed under his windbreaker. He pulled the photo of the young woman and decided that the club in the back would be a good place to start… Walking into the club 357 North his eyes automatically surveyed the clientele. Spotting an empty table he moved inconspicuously toward it and took his seat allowing his eyes to move up toward the stage where the young ladies were dancing…His eyes drifting over each one of them, eliminating them from his search of this woman…
Leaning back in his chair, he screeched his arms outward to relax the tension in his back from leaning over the small desk for an uncounted amount of time. His eyes drift over to the vanilla envelope that was delivered to him, by his under the door mailbox, earlier this morning. He knew it was someone’s destiny that resided inside, another victim of a zealous entrepreneur ensuring that his or her backside is protected. He wondered who it was this time as his coal colored eyes continued its glare upon the package that nestled comfortably on the table next to him, “What the hell,” the cold toned voice whispered into the calmness of the midnight hours.
The envelope was sealed tightly and had the smell of the Corp all over it. “Once again, one of the big wigs must have done something to someone and now has to tie the not shut.” he now voiced his earlier assessment. With a rip, the contents were poured upon the desktop. Several photos, a DVD disc, a key to another drop box, his usual requirements for a job. He knew it ‘The Corp’.
Picking up the photos, his eyes befell upon a beauty; her reddish hair was long, and alive with passion, her eyes of deep blue seemed to mesmerize him as he studied her photo closely. Shaking his head to clear it, he tossed the photos back to the desktop. Picking up the DVD, he turned it about his hand thinking before hand what might be on it; shrugging his shoulders, he places the DVD disc into his portable laptop. There was the beauty once again, he watched her with keen professional eyesight. He watched the way she walked, the way she swung her arms to the tempo of her body, the way she turned her head while checking out her environment, the way she smiled upon someone calling her name. He swallowed hard and shook his head… “Don’t get attached,” his inner voice yelled out to his mind… Soon the ringing of the phone brought him back …..“Yeah,” was his deep reply as he resumed watching the young woman.
“Did you get the package?” a soft female’s voice asked quizzically
“Yeah,” his same cold toned voice spoke out.
“We want it to be up close and personal, we want her to know who….Got it?” her voice taking on a more demanding tone.
“Yeah, one hundred K for the extra.” his voice not changing it‘s tone.
“Done…” the phone went silent.
“Well sweetheart, I don’t know what you did, but you have one pissed off mama wanting you dead.” with a small chuckle, “Maybe you forgot to give her a good bye kiss.” his hand hitting the zoom function so that he may get a better look at her face and eyes. “Well whatever you did baby, you’re my meal ticket and its time to collect.” The small light that filtered into the darkness of the city faded and blended with the night.
He entered the street with only his berretta stuffed into his shoulder holster that was concealed under his windbreaker. He pulled the photo of the young woman and decided that the club in the back would be a good place to start… Walking into the club 357 North his eyes automatically surveyed the clientele. Spotting an empty table he moved inconspicuously toward it and took his seat allowing his eyes to move up toward the stage where the young ladies were dancing…His eyes drifting over each one of them, eliminating them from his search of this woman…