Generic empire
03-09-2004, 00:43
Mr. Black sat at a table in the back of a seedy strip bar, which happened to belong to him The bar was crowded, therefore hazy, and the air was dark, so subsequently, Mr. Black's face was conveniently obscured. Before him stood a young man. The man wore dark sunglasses, which severely hampered his movement in the darkened club, but he was also too stubborn to remove them.
"We got five guys waitin’ to see you.”
“Yeah? Eddie and Frank with ‘em?”
“They got tagged doin’ somethin’ in Vermont. I think Eddie’s dead, and the boys in blue got our boy Frank.”
“Jesus. Vermont?”
“Yeah, boss. Some diamonds, or somethin’ else like that.”
“Yeesh. This better go better.”
“These are good guys we got. Should go pretty good.”
“Good things. They upstairs?”
“Yeah boss.”
“Good things. Oh, my wife’s birthday’s comin’ up. Go run out and get her somethin’ nice from that diamond wholesaler down in Long Beach.”
“Ah, boss. I hate Long Beach.”
“Yeah, me too, but get your ass out there and buy my wife somethin’ nice. I got business.”
Mr. Black got up, and walked towards the bar. He went through a small door behind the bar, and up a staircase. At the top was a large room, and a shaded glass window, showing the club below. There were five men sitting on various chairs and couches around the room. As Mr. Black stepped into the light, he was revealed to be a man of around fifty, with neatly combed graying hair, a mustache, and sporting a tuxedo. Mr. Black was always dressed for a funeral.
“Good evening, gentlemen. No need to waste time on details, ‘cause I’m sure Jimmy already told you what we’re doing here. I know all of you, but you all are perfect strangers. I aim to keep it that way. To keep things smooth, you all get aliases. You already know your own, but to clear things up for the rest, here they are.”
Mr. Black pointed to each criminal, speaking their alias as he did so.
“(Dregruk) Izzy, (Fight Club Global) Slash, (Borman Empire) Axl, (Doomingsland) Duff, and (Forum Feline) Steve. These are your names, gentlemen. Get used to them. Under no circumstances are you to reveal your real name to anyone else. It’s happened before, and the result is never good. People have rivalries, gentlemen. We try to keep those out of the picture here. It doesn’t matter what you have done in the past, who you worked for, who you killed. The only thing that matters is this job.
We’re going to hit a bank. A good friend of mine just made a large deposit in this bank, and I don’t want him to be able to get a chance to withdraw it. The sum is somewhere around twenty million dollars, all in neat little boxes. The security is moderate, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem for low down scoundrels such as you. Estimated response time once an alarm goes off is approximately four minutes. Our friend Chief Irwin doesn’t fuck around when it comes to robberies, so don’t let them trip that alarm. Those are the basics, genlemen. I leave planning the heist to our mutual friend Duff here. Axl works getaway, Izzy and Slash do crowd control. Steve breaks the safe. Let’s get to it. The withdrawal of the cash happens at noon tomorrow, so you don’t have forever. Oh, and act like fuckin’ professionals out there.”
With no further ado, Mr. Black turned and walked out of the room.
"We got five guys waitin’ to see you.”
“Yeah? Eddie and Frank with ‘em?”
“They got tagged doin’ somethin’ in Vermont. I think Eddie’s dead, and the boys in blue got our boy Frank.”
“Jesus. Vermont?”
“Yeah, boss. Some diamonds, or somethin’ else like that.”
“Yeesh. This better go better.”
“These are good guys we got. Should go pretty good.”
“Good things. They upstairs?”
“Yeah boss.”
“Good things. Oh, my wife’s birthday’s comin’ up. Go run out and get her somethin’ nice from that diamond wholesaler down in Long Beach.”
“Ah, boss. I hate Long Beach.”
“Yeah, me too, but get your ass out there and buy my wife somethin’ nice. I got business.”
Mr. Black got up, and walked towards the bar. He went through a small door behind the bar, and up a staircase. At the top was a large room, and a shaded glass window, showing the club below. There were five men sitting on various chairs and couches around the room. As Mr. Black stepped into the light, he was revealed to be a man of around fifty, with neatly combed graying hair, a mustache, and sporting a tuxedo. Mr. Black was always dressed for a funeral.
“Good evening, gentlemen. No need to waste time on details, ‘cause I’m sure Jimmy already told you what we’re doing here. I know all of you, but you all are perfect strangers. I aim to keep it that way. To keep things smooth, you all get aliases. You already know your own, but to clear things up for the rest, here they are.”
Mr. Black pointed to each criminal, speaking their alias as he did so.
“(Dregruk) Izzy, (Fight Club Global) Slash, (Borman Empire) Axl, (Doomingsland) Duff, and (Forum Feline) Steve. These are your names, gentlemen. Get used to them. Under no circumstances are you to reveal your real name to anyone else. It’s happened before, and the result is never good. People have rivalries, gentlemen. We try to keep those out of the picture here. It doesn’t matter what you have done in the past, who you worked for, who you killed. The only thing that matters is this job.
We’re going to hit a bank. A good friend of mine just made a large deposit in this bank, and I don’t want him to be able to get a chance to withdraw it. The sum is somewhere around twenty million dollars, all in neat little boxes. The security is moderate, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem for low down scoundrels such as you. Estimated response time once an alarm goes off is approximately four minutes. Our friend Chief Irwin doesn’t fuck around when it comes to robberies, so don’t let them trip that alarm. Those are the basics, genlemen. I leave planning the heist to our mutual friend Duff here. Axl works getaway, Izzy and Slash do crowd control. Steve breaks the safe. Let’s get to it. The withdrawal of the cash happens at noon tomorrow, so you don’t have forever. Oh, and act like fuckin’ professionals out there.”
With no further ado, Mr. Black turned and walked out of the room.