Post by account_disabled on Dec 10, 2023 22:14:02 GMT -6
In the back of the Blue Sky , the curious name of a suburban club with dark walls that seemed to want to save on electricity, the stale stench of urine was intoxicating, but the two armed men sitting on old wooden crates seemed at ease in that night of account settlement. "What if he doesn't come?" asked the younger of the two. He often looked around with frightened, urgent eyes. "He'll come," replied the blond guy with long hair and a sparse beard. “The Boy Scout is definitely coming.” Clack! He checked his gun, spat on the ground in an attempt to hit a mouse, but missed.
The rodent darted away and disappeared among the garbage. «Sometimes I wonder if he really is a killer. He has a tough face but a soft heart." He spat again. When the sound of a Phone Number Data motorcycle came from the main road, the two instinctively turned, but still saw no one. A Harley Davidson Iron 883 parked on the curb, almost at the intersection with a dead end. The centaur got out, took off his helmet, hung it on the handlebars and observed the entrance to the street. This must be the alley , thought the Dark One. And Tom will be with Blondie, I bet. An hour before. “He took my little girl, Scuro.” The voice of the man who was crying on his cell phone was shaking. “He wants us to meet him in the alley behind the Blue Sky .” “Give me an hour, Tom,” the voice replied.
And stay calm.” "It's a trap, Scuro," the man said, torturing the buttons on his shirt. «I don't know what Blondie wants, but I'm sure it's a trap.» “I know,” replied the other. “Is there another solution?” No , thought the Dark One, attacking. No one else. Here they are. The Dark One advanced into the alley, until he found himself in front of the crates on which Tom and the Blond were sitting. They are both armed. Why? "I told you he would come, Tom," said the Blond, looking at the newcomer. "What do you want?" asked the Dark One. "I want to play a bit this evening," replied the other, getting up. He pointed to Tom. «I want you to get killed by your friend. If he doesn't do it, I'll kill the little girl. If you kill me, someone else will kill the little girl. Is the game clear?” "Bastard!" Tom lunged forward in an attempt to attack the Blond, but the Dark One blocked him by holding him back with one arm.
The rodent darted away and disappeared among the garbage. «Sometimes I wonder if he really is a killer. He has a tough face but a soft heart." He spat again. When the sound of a Phone Number Data motorcycle came from the main road, the two instinctively turned, but still saw no one. A Harley Davidson Iron 883 parked on the curb, almost at the intersection with a dead end. The centaur got out, took off his helmet, hung it on the handlebars and observed the entrance to the street. This must be the alley , thought the Dark One. And Tom will be with Blondie, I bet. An hour before. “He took my little girl, Scuro.” The voice of the man who was crying on his cell phone was shaking. “He wants us to meet him in the alley behind the Blue Sky .” “Give me an hour, Tom,” the voice replied.
And stay calm.” "It's a trap, Scuro," the man said, torturing the buttons on his shirt. «I don't know what Blondie wants, but I'm sure it's a trap.» “I know,” replied the other. “Is there another solution?” No , thought the Dark One, attacking. No one else. Here they are. The Dark One advanced into the alley, until he found himself in front of the crates on which Tom and the Blond were sitting. They are both armed. Why? "I told you he would come, Tom," said the Blond, looking at the newcomer. "What do you want?" asked the Dark One. "I want to play a bit this evening," replied the other, getting up. He pointed to Tom. «I want you to get killed by your friend. If he doesn't do it, I'll kill the little girl. If you kill me, someone else will kill the little girl. Is the game clear?” "Bastard!" Tom lunged forward in an attempt to attack the Blond, but the Dark One blocked him by holding him back with one arm.