(This is the Story of why the Boss wears an eye patch!)
It was a Dark morning. The Ground wet form that nights Rain, lights till illuminating the city. He stood under a street light, smoking. Grey smoke curling around his head and threw the tall horns that rose from his head. His Orange eye’s scanning the empty street as he waited.
Then another man moved out of the shadows across the street from an alley holding a Briefcase, both Men meeting half way. The Boss was dressed in a long Dark coat. It dragged the ground a little, the top of a dark brown Turtleneck showing over the caller of the Coat. He dropped the Cigarette and stomped it out with the toe of his shoe.
“Did you bring it?” He said with a steady voice. The Other man nodded and held up the case.
“Everything you asked for. No where’s my Money?” He sounded like he was in a hurry. Boss’s eye’s narrowed slightly.
“Relax Mick its 2 in the Morning. No ones going to run across us. Not in this side of town” He pulled out a thick envelope and held it up. “Here’s your money you damn Thief”
Mick nodded and set the Briefcase down and took the envelope. The Boss nodded and turned to walk off but stopped when he heard the click of a gun. He held still.
“Its bad to go back on a deal Mick” He set the case down and held up his hands. Mick chuckled.
“That case holds something worth more than you’re paying me DG. But if I kill you take your money and resell it I could retire” He smirked and DG laughed.
“You come up with this plan all by yourself Mick” He turns around to look at the man. Mick’s smile faded his gun wavering slightly with doubt and fear. DG watched the Barrel not the man. Waiting for his moment to strike, Mick wasn’t a fighter and probably bought this gun yesterday. Unfamiliar with it, that was a mistake on his part.
“Don’t come any closer DG or I’ll shoot!”
“I have no doubt in my mind you wont Mick.” He said calmly hands still up. Mick glared and cocked back the hammer on the gun. DG examined it. 6 shooter. Slower than the Guns he normally uses and would have a kick. But would blow a hole threw him the size of a soft ball at this range. There was silence between the two of them, as both men examined there situation, one just a bit calmer than the other.
The Barrel hesitated when he pulled the trigger. DG moved. The Shot missed hitting the street DG came in Fast and slammed a fist into the mans side coming up behind him. A Silver reflection etched on the water was the only warning Mick got as the Garrote wire wrapped around his throat. The Man struggled to breath but DG was stronger. He brought his gun up and Fire. DG curse as blood splattered the dark street he fell back holding his eye. Mick gasping for breath.
DG reached into his pocket pulling out a switchblade. EH moved ignoring the pain in his face he came up to the disorientated man and slammed the blade to the hilt into his side. Mick dropped the gun and DG covered his mouth to muffle the cry of pain. He twisted the blade stuffing it further into him. Soon Mick went limp and fell to the street. DG was breathing hard and stumbled to the case he picked it up grabbed his money back and hurried off holding his eye before he passed out form blood loss.
“b*****d” He spat into the dark. And was gone.
It was a Dark morning. The Ground wet form that nights Rain, lights till illuminating the city. He stood under a street light, smoking. Grey smoke curling around his head and threw the tall horns that rose from his head. His Orange eye’s scanning the empty street as he waited.
Then another man moved out of the shadows across the street from an alley holding a Briefcase, both Men meeting half way. The Boss was dressed in a long Dark coat. It dragged the ground a little, the top of a dark brown Turtleneck showing over the caller of the Coat. He dropped the Cigarette and stomped it out with the toe of his shoe.
“Did you bring it?” He said with a steady voice. The Other man nodded and held up the case.
“Everything you asked for. No where’s my Money?” He sounded like he was in a hurry. Boss’s eye’s narrowed slightly.
“Relax Mick its 2 in the Morning. No ones going to run across us. Not in this side of town” He pulled out a thick envelope and held it up. “Here’s your money you damn Thief”
Mick nodded and set the Briefcase down and took the envelope. The Boss nodded and turned to walk off but stopped when he heard the click of a gun. He held still.
“Its bad to go back on a deal Mick” He set the case down and held up his hands. Mick chuckled.
“That case holds something worth more than you’re paying me DG. But if I kill you take your money and resell it I could retire” He smirked and DG laughed.
“You come up with this plan all by yourself Mick” He turns around to look at the man. Mick’s smile faded his gun wavering slightly with doubt and fear. DG watched the Barrel not the man. Waiting for his moment to strike, Mick wasn’t a fighter and probably bought this gun yesterday. Unfamiliar with it, that was a mistake on his part.
“Don’t come any closer DG or I’ll shoot!”
“I have no doubt in my mind you wont Mick.” He said calmly hands still up. Mick glared and cocked back the hammer on the gun. DG examined it. 6 shooter. Slower than the Guns he normally uses and would have a kick. But would blow a hole threw him the size of a soft ball at this range. There was silence between the two of them, as both men examined there situation, one just a bit calmer than the other.
The Barrel hesitated when he pulled the trigger. DG moved. The Shot missed hitting the street DG came in Fast and slammed a fist into the mans side coming up behind him. A Silver reflection etched on the water was the only warning Mick got as the Garrote wire wrapped around his throat. The Man struggled to breath but DG was stronger. He brought his gun up and Fire. DG curse as blood splattered the dark street he fell back holding his eye. Mick gasping for breath.
DG reached into his pocket pulling out a switchblade. EH moved ignoring the pain in his face he came up to the disorientated man and slammed the blade to the hilt into his side. Mick dropped the gun and DG covered his mouth to muffle the cry of pain. He twisted the blade stuffing it further into him. Soon Mick went limp and fell to the street. DG was breathing hard and stumbled to the case he picked it up grabbed his money back and hurried off holding his eye before he passed out form blood loss.
“b*****d” He spat into the dark. And was gone.
