Pablicosta
23-11-2004, 13:12
1:13pm, Outside Fenchurch Ball Park Hotel, Fenchurch Park, Pheonix city.
Shut the window Ed, it’s hardly in-con-fucking-spicuous now is it?
Ed, a balding man lent out from his seat and grabbed the door handle. As he began to pull the van door shut he heard something, his bushy eye brows rose up his forehead like kites as he put his hand on his back pocket. The small silenced pistol emerged from the pocket and its trigger was squeezed to breaking point, whilst its barrel pointed to the floor. A gentle, “click” noise was emitted as the metal of trigger met the metal of butt.
This Ed, is why I don’t give you any bullets you moron! Were trying to not be seen you homicidal loon! Now Si’ down!
This voice was the cockney accented vocal of Jerry, the leader of this partnership and the one who attempted to control Ed’s volatile mindset. His thoughts at this moment were repetitive and concise;
Idiot…Total Fucking Idiot…Absolute Fucking Homicidal Idiot!
Jerry had reached across Ed and slammed the sliding door shut leaving the pair enclosed in the blue van together as the engine ticked over quietly.
Look Jerry, I swear I heard someone round the van mate! I swear it.
Well he ain’t here now is he? Which suggests he never was! Just leave the thinking to me, aright Ed?
I know what I saw Jerry
Just shut it Ed, and pass me that piece of paper Jerry said as he pointed to the dashboard.
Ed picked up the crumpled sheet of paper and began reading it before Jerry snatched it from him. He turned it over and began reading from it;
“Atticus Finch meet Jem and Dill at post office corner, 1:15pm prompt” I cant read the rest of this scrawl, but he should be here now.
I’ll take a look. Said Ed as his arms rapped around the door handle.
No, lemme check it, I know who I’m looking for.
Jerry slid the door open a little and scanned around before putting one foot on the ground. Two second later he had an arm round his neck and a knee in his back.
Your half asleep Jerry, I could’a killed you in 9 different ways Jerry The man released his grip and helped Jerry to his feet, tuning to the man who just attacked him and playfully shadow boxing him.
How long you been here Tom?
[/I] Couple of minutes. Where’s the bafoon? [/I]
[I] He’s inside watching for the target, lets get in [I]
Shut the window Ed, it’s hardly in-con-fucking-spicuous now is it?
Ed, a balding man lent out from his seat and grabbed the door handle. As he began to pull the van door shut he heard something, his bushy eye brows rose up his forehead like kites as he put his hand on his back pocket. The small silenced pistol emerged from the pocket and its trigger was squeezed to breaking point, whilst its barrel pointed to the floor. A gentle, “click” noise was emitted as the metal of trigger met the metal of butt.
This Ed, is why I don’t give you any bullets you moron! Were trying to not be seen you homicidal loon! Now Si’ down!
This voice was the cockney accented vocal of Jerry, the leader of this partnership and the one who attempted to control Ed’s volatile mindset. His thoughts at this moment were repetitive and concise;
Idiot…Total Fucking Idiot…Absolute Fucking Homicidal Idiot!
Jerry had reached across Ed and slammed the sliding door shut leaving the pair enclosed in the blue van together as the engine ticked over quietly.
Look Jerry, I swear I heard someone round the van mate! I swear it.
Well he ain’t here now is he? Which suggests he never was! Just leave the thinking to me, aright Ed?
I know what I saw Jerry
Just shut it Ed, and pass me that piece of paper Jerry said as he pointed to the dashboard.
Ed picked up the crumpled sheet of paper and began reading it before Jerry snatched it from him. He turned it over and began reading from it;
“Atticus Finch meet Jem and Dill at post office corner, 1:15pm prompt” I cant read the rest of this scrawl, but he should be here now.
I’ll take a look. Said Ed as his arms rapped around the door handle.
No, lemme check it, I know who I’m looking for.
Jerry slid the door open a little and scanned around before putting one foot on the ground. Two second later he had an arm round his neck and a knee in his back.
Your half asleep Jerry, I could’a killed you in 9 different ways Jerry The man released his grip and helped Jerry to his feet, tuning to the man who just attacked him and playfully shadow boxing him.
How long you been here Tom?
[/I] Couple of minutes. Where’s the bafoon? [/I]
[I] He’s inside watching for the target, lets get in [I]