Elara
16-06-2007, 17:43
The silvery haze of the evening fog was begining to make its way down from the snowcapped mountain. Carried gently down on a brisk breeze it began weaving its way through the evergreen forest.
"Damn fog..." The balding dark-haired man reached out to turn on the brights of his dark blue rental car. The boney, nicotine stained hand still clutching the cigarette which was now more ash than anything else. The sun had just set, and these dark, dusty, forest roads were no place for a tourist... Of course, this trip wasn't for pleasure anyway, strictly business.
The car slows as it turns down yet another rocky dirt road and the massive thick forest seems to start closing around until even the faint twinkling of stars can no longer be seen in the night sky. A smell can be picked up now and again, the smell of fresh burning wood.
"Finally..." The edgy, seemingly paranoid, man said as the car slowly came to a halt infront of the small cabin made of dark pine and stone. From the stoney chimney gray smoke rises up into the darkness.
The short, yet lanky man steps out of the car and flicks his cigarette to the ground as he removes the large silver briefcase from the trunk. "Dont chat. Get the money, leave the case, leave the country." He closes the trunk and jumps as he notices the tall man with a submachine gun standing next to the car.
"He's waiting..." The guard says with a gravelly, deep voice.
"You're human..." He says sounding a bit surprised as he clutches the cold metallic case tight in his hand.
"And so are you...dont make him wait, Mister Allan..."
Allan walks slowly up the dirt path and opens the creaking wooden door. The rugged room is lit only by the flickering light of the golden fire, and by the dim candle which sat on a bed of melted wax on the large wooden table in the right side of the room.
"H..Hello? I've got the package."
"On the table..." The deep voice emanates from the large black chair facing the glow of the fire.
Allan lifts the heavy metallic case onto the table and opens it up. "Standard issue rifle, this one comes with scope. Also, an officer's sidearm...and plenty of ammunition from both." "It wasn't easy getting this here, I might tell ya...May I ask why you wanted it from this particular country?" Allan quickly, and nervously responds to his own question after remembering the rule he had given to himself outside just moments earlier. "Its really none of my business...anyways, I have a plane to catch so..if you dont mind..my payment."
The figure in the large black leathery chair rises and turns to Allan..
"Hey! I know you..you're that.." Allan is cut off by the three bullets now ripping through his skull and his chest, one right after the other, leaving an even crimson spray across the wall and the table...
The figure begins removing the silencer from the pistol, which has an odd small engraving of a sword & axe on the side of it...
"Your payment, Mister Allan..."
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OOC: Friends are welcome to post. Anyone else thats interested, please TG to get permission to join in. Thanks.
"Damn fog..." The balding dark-haired man reached out to turn on the brights of his dark blue rental car. The boney, nicotine stained hand still clutching the cigarette which was now more ash than anything else. The sun had just set, and these dark, dusty, forest roads were no place for a tourist... Of course, this trip wasn't for pleasure anyway, strictly business.
The car slows as it turns down yet another rocky dirt road and the massive thick forest seems to start closing around until even the faint twinkling of stars can no longer be seen in the night sky. A smell can be picked up now and again, the smell of fresh burning wood.
"Finally..." The edgy, seemingly paranoid, man said as the car slowly came to a halt infront of the small cabin made of dark pine and stone. From the stoney chimney gray smoke rises up into the darkness.
The short, yet lanky man steps out of the car and flicks his cigarette to the ground as he removes the large silver briefcase from the trunk. "Dont chat. Get the money, leave the case, leave the country." He closes the trunk and jumps as he notices the tall man with a submachine gun standing next to the car.
"He's waiting..." The guard says with a gravelly, deep voice.
"You're human..." He says sounding a bit surprised as he clutches the cold metallic case tight in his hand.
"And so are you...dont make him wait, Mister Allan..."
Allan walks slowly up the dirt path and opens the creaking wooden door. The rugged room is lit only by the flickering light of the golden fire, and by the dim candle which sat on a bed of melted wax on the large wooden table in the right side of the room.
"H..Hello? I've got the package."
"On the table..." The deep voice emanates from the large black chair facing the glow of the fire.
Allan lifts the heavy metallic case onto the table and opens it up. "Standard issue rifle, this one comes with scope. Also, an officer's sidearm...and plenty of ammunition from both." "It wasn't easy getting this here, I might tell ya...May I ask why you wanted it from this particular country?" Allan quickly, and nervously responds to his own question after remembering the rule he had given to himself outside just moments earlier. "Its really none of my business...anyways, I have a plane to catch so..if you dont mind..my payment."
The figure in the large black leathery chair rises and turns to Allan..
"Hey! I know you..you're that.." Allan is cut off by the three bullets now ripping through his skull and his chest, one right after the other, leaving an even crimson spray across the wall and the table...
The figure begins removing the silencer from the pistol, which has an odd small engraving of a sword & axe on the side of it...
"Your payment, Mister Allan..."
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OOC: Friends are welcome to post. Anyone else thats interested, please TG to get permission to join in. Thanks.