Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2015 11:30:43 GMT -6
In the dead of night, outside a small liquor store an all-Black Cadillac Escalade pulled up and a black man in a hooded sweater hopped out. He ran inside grabbed a 40oz of Old English and a pack of Black and Mild’s. The whole exchange taking all of five minutes and he returned to the Escalade, hopping back in and setting the 40oz on the passenger seat. “Holy Shit, who the fuck are you?” He exclaimed as he noticed the man in the back seat.
“Does it matter?” The man asked as he shifted in the seat and watched the hooded man lunge for the glove box. “I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I left the Ruger in your glove box.” Ryan casually said as the glove box fell open and the man in the hoodies heart sank.
Sinking back into the driver’s seat the hooded man casually asked. “You going to kill me?”
Ryan simply smiled and shook his head before responding. “If I wanted to kill you I would have poisoned the milk you put in your cheerios this morning.”
“Isn’t that the kind of thing a woman would do?” The hooded man fired back.
“Precisely.” Ryan winked and continued. “See the first rule of being the kind of man who does what I do is to keep the heat off me at all costs.” Ryan shifted in the back seat and leaned forward.
With a small quiver in his voice the hooded man replied back. “So then what can I do for you?”
“Two minutes alone in a room with Rob Riot.” Ryan responded crisp and directly.
“What can you possibly do with two minutes?” Came the response.
“Glad you asked.” Ryan pulled a brown file from the jacket of his suit and handed it to the man. “That was the work of two phone calls and receiving a fax, all of which took a whole 2 minutes.”
Taking the folder, the man leafed through it and sank down lower into the chair. “Is this?” Ryan simply nodded to the question the man asked. “How, it all…” The man’s voice trailed off as what he was reading really began to sink in.
“How do you think the state board would react to the idea that you have been letting someone impersonating a federal agent take a man who has been deemed a threat to society?” Ryan smiled as the man exhaled a deep breath.
“How did you get this?” The man asked.
“I told you.” Ryan replied curtly.
“So how do I know this is real?” Came the man’s reply.
“You don’t get where I am without having the connections in the federal government that I have.” Ryan sat back and withdrew his silenced 9mm from his suit jacket. “My sources tell me there is no Veronica Navarro that works for the FBI.”
“But all my information came back that she does exist!” The man rebutted with a hint of growing anger and doubt.
Ryan exhaled and took a deep breath. “Back in Germany I knew a nice little man who owned a pastry shop. Greatest pastries I have ever eaten, nice man too, wonderful wife and kids. I presented him with some information regarding a certain business he ran out of the back of his bakery, and wouldn’t you know it he doubted that information. Thankfully he awarded me with one last pastry before I left, sadly the world no longer gets to taste the wonderful creations the man made.” Ryan tilted his head to the side as the man starred at him, connecting the dots.
“Fine I will give you two minutes with Rob, but this information goes nowhere!” The man barked, giving into the situation.
“Oh you misunderstood me, that’s only the first thing I want.” Ryan slipped the gun back into his jacket and leaned forward. “You will fight Rob Four times as much as you do now!”
“He’s one of my best earners, I can’t risk it.” Replied the man sharply.
“You can risk one man, or you can risk your whole business, the choice is yours.” Ryan winked and slipped out of the Escalade. Quick to react the hooded man slipped out of the Escalade and ran around to the passenger side, to find the man gone.
Running down to the corner the hooded man checked the alley, he scanned the buildings, the rooftops finding nothing. Slowly he walked back to the open rear passenger door and began to shut it, only to find a small sheet of paper sitting on the seat. Confused interest crept in and the man unfolded the paper and began to read it.
‘Tonight, two hours, the decision is yours. Back gate.’
Lowering the paper, the man sighed and slipped it into the front pocket of his hoodie and slammed the rear passenger door shut. He climbed into the Escalade and tore off, his 40oz of Old English and Black and Mild’s no longer seeming like a good choice.
TWO HOURS LATER
The black Escalade pulled up to the rear gate of the institution and the hooded man looked around. A nervous shake had taken him over ever since the first meeting with Ryan. To the moment he didn’t know the man’s name, and no one he knew was able to get him anything about the man. His balls where in a vice, and he didn’t like the pinching feeling that was accompanying his situation.
A small click signaled the back passenger door of the Escalade opening and Ryan slipped into it. “Glad to see you came to your senses and realized the situation you are in.” The hooded man simply nodded and the gate to the institution opened as he pulled forward.
Inside the institution, the Escalade came to a stop and both men exited. “Two minutes.” The hooded man said with a rather strong tone. Ryan simply nodded to him as both men entered the institution and made their way down the hall, coming to a closed door. “Two minutes.” Once more the hooded man reminded Ryan.
Darkness filled the cell that Rob Riot sat in. Only minutes ago he had been moved from his normal cell to his one, jostled from his sleep and damn near dragged down the hallway. This cell proved no comforts, no bed, just a chair bolted to the floor that he was handcuffed too. The pattering of feet outside of the door alerted Rob whose head rose to look up as the door swung open. The light from the hallway assaulting his eyes and making him squint.
Slowly Ryan strode in, the door shutting behind him. “Hello Rob.” Ryan said with a soft tone and a smile. Rob simply stared at the man in shock, he knew the face, had been the victim of this man in the past in a different wrestling organization. “Your silence is palpable.” Ryan said as he moved across the room to Rob’s chair.
“What…” Rob began to speak but Ryan put his finger over the man’s mouth silencing him.
“You mistake this situation Rob, I am not here to listen to you speak, and in fact would prefer if you didn’t attempt to.” With that Ryan removed a long piece of linen from the pocket of his jacket and tied it around the mouth and head of Rob Riot. “That’s better.” Ryan smiled and took a step back before kneeling down to eye level with Rob.
“Quite the predicament you have found yourself in here Rob. But a lucrative one for me, and the man who runs the underground fight club.” Ryan smiled as Rob’s eyes lit up at the idea that Ryan knew what was going on. “I pondered the idea of getting you out of here, you know helping you, but then I got to wondering just how that would benefit me.” Ryan stood up and whisked the front of his jacket and pants.
“I’m sure you can understand my thoughts on this topic. I don’t do anything if it doesn’t benefit me in some way.” Ryan turned on his heel and moved towards the door. “Instead, I did what had to be done Rob, what was needed to benefit me, and well, not you.” Ryan smiled again as he moved in closer. “I hope you enjoyed the time outside of the confines of this building.” Ryan’s hand landed on Rob’s knee as his eyes met Rob’s.
“Those days are over.” Ryan smiled as a hint of anger filled Rob’s eyes. “When you rot in here, fighting, quite literally for your life, I want you to think of me.” Ryan slapped the man on the knee and let out a laugh. “This prison like institution is your hell, and it was me who took away the sunlight, took away the one thing that helped you get through it.”
Moving for the door, Ryan turned his head back over his shoulder. “Everyone has a weakness, who would have ever thought yours was a woman Rob, I always thought it was the alcohol.” Ryan winked and Rob struggled against the restraints to no avail. Just then the door creaked and swung open. “I guess my two minutes are up.” Ryan said with half a laugh as he strode out of the door and it swung shut leaving Rob in the darkness of the room, alone, and in silence.
“Get what you needed?” The hooded man asked?
“Just need one more thing.” Ryan replied as the man strode down the hall.
“Is this how it’s going to work?” Questioned the Hooded man.
“Do I need to answer that?” Ryan asked, the man shaking his head in acknowledgement. “Good.” Ryan said with a smile.
“So then what can I do for you?” Asked the hooded man.
“Put this on Rob, and double up on it after every fight.” Ryan tossed the man a roll of money.
“But…” The hooded man’s words trailed off as he flipped through the money counting it as quick as he could.
“You get to keep half the winnings.” Ryan winked and strode out of the back entrance into the parking lot where the Escalade sat. Both men climbed in and in minutes the Escalade was outside of the institution coming to a stop.
“How do I get a hold of you?” The man asked but the back passenger door was already open and Ryan was gone. Shaking his head the man looked at the stack of money he had been given and took a deep breath, he had just made a deal with the devil and somehow he knew it would come back to bite him.
“Does it matter?” The man asked as he shifted in the seat and watched the hooded man lunge for the glove box. “I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I left the Ruger in your glove box.” Ryan casually said as the glove box fell open and the man in the hoodies heart sank.
Sinking back into the driver’s seat the hooded man casually asked. “You going to kill me?”
Ryan simply smiled and shook his head before responding. “If I wanted to kill you I would have poisoned the milk you put in your cheerios this morning.”
“Isn’t that the kind of thing a woman would do?” The hooded man fired back.
“Precisely.” Ryan winked and continued. “See the first rule of being the kind of man who does what I do is to keep the heat off me at all costs.” Ryan shifted in the back seat and leaned forward.
With a small quiver in his voice the hooded man replied back. “So then what can I do for you?”
“Two minutes alone in a room with Rob Riot.” Ryan responded crisp and directly.
“What can you possibly do with two minutes?” Came the response.
“Glad you asked.” Ryan pulled a brown file from the jacket of his suit and handed it to the man. “That was the work of two phone calls and receiving a fax, all of which took a whole 2 minutes.”
Taking the folder, the man leafed through it and sank down lower into the chair. “Is this?” Ryan simply nodded to the question the man asked. “How, it all…” The man’s voice trailed off as what he was reading really began to sink in.
“How do you think the state board would react to the idea that you have been letting someone impersonating a federal agent take a man who has been deemed a threat to society?” Ryan smiled as the man exhaled a deep breath.
“How did you get this?” The man asked.
“I told you.” Ryan replied curtly.
“So how do I know this is real?” Came the man’s reply.
“You don’t get where I am without having the connections in the federal government that I have.” Ryan sat back and withdrew his silenced 9mm from his suit jacket. “My sources tell me there is no Veronica Navarro that works for the FBI.”
“But all my information came back that she does exist!” The man rebutted with a hint of growing anger and doubt.
Ryan exhaled and took a deep breath. “Back in Germany I knew a nice little man who owned a pastry shop. Greatest pastries I have ever eaten, nice man too, wonderful wife and kids. I presented him with some information regarding a certain business he ran out of the back of his bakery, and wouldn’t you know it he doubted that information. Thankfully he awarded me with one last pastry before I left, sadly the world no longer gets to taste the wonderful creations the man made.” Ryan tilted his head to the side as the man starred at him, connecting the dots.
“Fine I will give you two minutes with Rob, but this information goes nowhere!” The man barked, giving into the situation.
“Oh you misunderstood me, that’s only the first thing I want.” Ryan slipped the gun back into his jacket and leaned forward. “You will fight Rob Four times as much as you do now!”
“He’s one of my best earners, I can’t risk it.” Replied the man sharply.
“You can risk one man, or you can risk your whole business, the choice is yours.” Ryan winked and slipped out of the Escalade. Quick to react the hooded man slipped out of the Escalade and ran around to the passenger side, to find the man gone.
Running down to the corner the hooded man checked the alley, he scanned the buildings, the rooftops finding nothing. Slowly he walked back to the open rear passenger door and began to shut it, only to find a small sheet of paper sitting on the seat. Confused interest crept in and the man unfolded the paper and began to read it.
‘Tonight, two hours, the decision is yours. Back gate.’
Lowering the paper, the man sighed and slipped it into the front pocket of his hoodie and slammed the rear passenger door shut. He climbed into the Escalade and tore off, his 40oz of Old English and Black and Mild’s no longer seeming like a good choice.
TWO HOURS LATER
The black Escalade pulled up to the rear gate of the institution and the hooded man looked around. A nervous shake had taken him over ever since the first meeting with Ryan. To the moment he didn’t know the man’s name, and no one he knew was able to get him anything about the man. His balls where in a vice, and he didn’t like the pinching feeling that was accompanying his situation.
A small click signaled the back passenger door of the Escalade opening and Ryan slipped into it. “Glad to see you came to your senses and realized the situation you are in.” The hooded man simply nodded and the gate to the institution opened as he pulled forward.
Inside the institution, the Escalade came to a stop and both men exited. “Two minutes.” The hooded man said with a rather strong tone. Ryan simply nodded to him as both men entered the institution and made their way down the hall, coming to a closed door. “Two minutes.” Once more the hooded man reminded Ryan.
Darkness filled the cell that Rob Riot sat in. Only minutes ago he had been moved from his normal cell to his one, jostled from his sleep and damn near dragged down the hallway. This cell proved no comforts, no bed, just a chair bolted to the floor that he was handcuffed too. The pattering of feet outside of the door alerted Rob whose head rose to look up as the door swung open. The light from the hallway assaulting his eyes and making him squint.
Slowly Ryan strode in, the door shutting behind him. “Hello Rob.” Ryan said with a soft tone and a smile. Rob simply stared at the man in shock, he knew the face, had been the victim of this man in the past in a different wrestling organization. “Your silence is palpable.” Ryan said as he moved across the room to Rob’s chair.
“What…” Rob began to speak but Ryan put his finger over the man’s mouth silencing him.
“You mistake this situation Rob, I am not here to listen to you speak, and in fact would prefer if you didn’t attempt to.” With that Ryan removed a long piece of linen from the pocket of his jacket and tied it around the mouth and head of Rob Riot. “That’s better.” Ryan smiled and took a step back before kneeling down to eye level with Rob.
“Quite the predicament you have found yourself in here Rob. But a lucrative one for me, and the man who runs the underground fight club.” Ryan smiled as Rob’s eyes lit up at the idea that Ryan knew what was going on. “I pondered the idea of getting you out of here, you know helping you, but then I got to wondering just how that would benefit me.” Ryan stood up and whisked the front of his jacket and pants.
“I’m sure you can understand my thoughts on this topic. I don’t do anything if it doesn’t benefit me in some way.” Ryan turned on his heel and moved towards the door. “Instead, I did what had to be done Rob, what was needed to benefit me, and well, not you.” Ryan smiled again as he moved in closer. “I hope you enjoyed the time outside of the confines of this building.” Ryan’s hand landed on Rob’s knee as his eyes met Rob’s.
“Those days are over.” Ryan smiled as a hint of anger filled Rob’s eyes. “When you rot in here, fighting, quite literally for your life, I want you to think of me.” Ryan slapped the man on the knee and let out a laugh. “This prison like institution is your hell, and it was me who took away the sunlight, took away the one thing that helped you get through it.”
Moving for the door, Ryan turned his head back over his shoulder. “Everyone has a weakness, who would have ever thought yours was a woman Rob, I always thought it was the alcohol.” Ryan winked and Rob struggled against the restraints to no avail. Just then the door creaked and swung open. “I guess my two minutes are up.” Ryan said with half a laugh as he strode out of the door and it swung shut leaving Rob in the darkness of the room, alone, and in silence.
“Get what you needed?” The hooded man asked?
“Just need one more thing.” Ryan replied as the man strode down the hall.
“Is this how it’s going to work?” Questioned the Hooded man.
“Do I need to answer that?” Ryan asked, the man shaking his head in acknowledgement. “Good.” Ryan said with a smile.
“So then what can I do for you?” Asked the hooded man.
“Put this on Rob, and double up on it after every fight.” Ryan tossed the man a roll of money.
“But…” The hooded man’s words trailed off as he flipped through the money counting it as quick as he could.
“You get to keep half the winnings.” Ryan winked and strode out of the back entrance into the parking lot where the Escalade sat. Both men climbed in and in minutes the Escalade was outside of the institution coming to a stop.
“How do I get a hold of you?” The man asked but the back passenger door was already open and Ryan was gone. Shaking his head the man looked at the stack of money he had been given and took a deep breath, he had just made a deal with the devil and somehow he knew it would come back to bite him.