Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 30, 2007 23:48:21 GMT 1
"Y'know... He owes you a lot of money."
"He'll pay it. Its no bother, really." Shamino put the butt of a cigar out into a metalic ash tray, staring out the window at the street. It was five degrees celcius, and it was raining heavily. Not a fleck of snow on the ground, but there was the sewers being unable to cycle all the water, causing puddles of abnormal size to litter the streets.
"You really think he will?" Alex asked, moving the spoon about in his tea. Shamino looked back to his captain of security, frowning slightly.
"What I think really doesn't matter..."
"What if the police arrest him, freeze his accounts?"
"What if the Police find me? Huh? What if the police secretly board my ship at night and shoot me as to file a LOT less paperwork? What if they find ALL my guns, and ALL my under the table workers, and build a MOUNTAIN of evidence NO amount of money can make go away? Or what if he pays me his ten thousand fucking dollars and then says it won't happen again?"
There was silence at the table. Shamino had raised his voice considerably. Luckily, no one else was in the entire estlabishment, and two men deterred people away from the store. The owner was out for a smoke, and Shamino was seething, his cheeks red. "What if, Alex? Y'know what?" Shamino with a quick motion slipped out his cellphone, he randomized his number, waited the thirty seconds for it to complete, then speeddialed a number.
"Diaz. This is Shammy. You have my money? No? I'm not suprised. Look, twenty AK-47's? Nothing man. Merry fucking Christmas. Just be sure to have my money NEXT time, okay? Yeah, it won't cost you a cent. Don't worry about it, spend your hard earned cash on other debts. Yeah. Bye."
With his thumb he slid his phone shut, stared at his coffee, and gave a long, low, dry chuckle. "What's so funny?" Alex asked.
"Hard earned money... The hardest thing that spanish piece of shit has ever had to do is pull the trigger the first time. After that, what are you?"
"A Man!" Alex laughed. Shamino's chuckling died momentarily.
"Does it now..." Shamino turned his gaze back out to the window. "Tell the guys people can start coming in now. I'm done." Shamino pushed his coffee cup to the side as Alex stood, gesturing to the two paid suits that their job was done. The owner came back in, business was open.
"He'll pay it. Its no bother, really." Shamino put the butt of a cigar out into a metalic ash tray, staring out the window at the street. It was five degrees celcius, and it was raining heavily. Not a fleck of snow on the ground, but there was the sewers being unable to cycle all the water, causing puddles of abnormal size to litter the streets.
"You really think he will?" Alex asked, moving the spoon about in his tea. Shamino looked back to his captain of security, frowning slightly.
"What I think really doesn't matter..."
"What if the police arrest him, freeze his accounts?"
"What if the Police find me? Huh? What if the police secretly board my ship at night and shoot me as to file a LOT less paperwork? What if they find ALL my guns, and ALL my under the table workers, and build a MOUNTAIN of evidence NO amount of money can make go away? Or what if he pays me his ten thousand fucking dollars and then says it won't happen again?"
There was silence at the table. Shamino had raised his voice considerably. Luckily, no one else was in the entire estlabishment, and two men deterred people away from the store. The owner was out for a smoke, and Shamino was seething, his cheeks red. "What if, Alex? Y'know what?" Shamino with a quick motion slipped out his cellphone, he randomized his number, waited the thirty seconds for it to complete, then speeddialed a number.
"Diaz. This is Shammy. You have my money? No? I'm not suprised. Look, twenty AK-47's? Nothing man. Merry fucking Christmas. Just be sure to have my money NEXT time, okay? Yeah, it won't cost you a cent. Don't worry about it, spend your hard earned cash on other debts. Yeah. Bye."
With his thumb he slid his phone shut, stared at his coffee, and gave a long, low, dry chuckle. "What's so funny?" Alex asked.
"Hard earned money... The hardest thing that spanish piece of shit has ever had to do is pull the trigger the first time. After that, what are you?"
"A Man!" Alex laughed. Shamino's chuckling died momentarily.
"Does it now..." Shamino turned his gaze back out to the window. "Tell the guys people can start coming in now. I'm done." Shamino pushed his coffee cup to the side as Alex stood, gesturing to the two paid suits that their job was done. The owner came back in, business was open.