03-03-2007, 10:37 PM
"You're a college boy, yeah?"
Alex shifted uncomfortably. "Used to be," he admitted, striving to keep his tone neutral. "Why do you ask?"
"We could use someone like you. Someone with brains. Big Joe here-" he thumbed to the man at his side, who was still playing with the club as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. "-He never got outta high school. Kicked him out, see, for smashing some kid's pecker with a sledgehammer in shop class. And Timmy... Well, Timmy's Timmy," he finished, looking to the nervously twitching stick-figure by the window. "I ain't gonna lie to you, we could use a guy like you; and Brutus too, I guess."
Martin scowled.
"You seriously want me to go up against the boss?" Alex leaned forward, mimicking the other's hunched posture. Finally, he thought, they were getting somewhere.
"Why not? You already did with these little gems," he indicated the packets with a yellowed grin, a weird light glinting in his eyes. "Like you said, Max can't control everything, and if we want to have a little business on the side, who says our little group can't?"
"With you as the leader?" Alex raised an eyebrow.
Bloodshot suddenly seemed to tense, a moment of confusion flickering across his face before he shook his head. "No, no man, don't even say shit like that. If James heard me talking about that-..." He shuddered.
"James?"
The question had spilled from his lips before he had had a chance to stiffle it; not even Martin's swift, painful kick under the table had been enough to stop him. He couldn't help it. James was the fucker? But he had known him for years. He was one of Max's top men. Why in the Hell would he do something as stupid as trying to cheat him?
If Bloodshot noticed anything strange he didn't say so, too busy gesticulating with growing enthusiasm as he laid out plans. "You see, we're going to start out small, and then, after we get some more men, we'll claim a piece of territory for our own. After that we'll have a real base to start building out from. And all the time James'll be right under Maximillian's nose, and the old man'll never know a thing. Hey-" He stopped, looking at Martin. "What the fuck are you do-!"
The word cut off as a clap of thunder exploded in the small room, shaking flakes of paint from the walls in a shower. Bloodshot jerked back as Martin?s bullet struck home.
Alex shifted uncomfortably. "Used to be," he admitted, striving to keep his tone neutral. "Why do you ask?"
"We could use someone like you. Someone with brains. Big Joe here-" he thumbed to the man at his side, who was still playing with the club as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. "-He never got outta high school. Kicked him out, see, for smashing some kid's pecker with a sledgehammer in shop class. And Timmy... Well, Timmy's Timmy," he finished, looking to the nervously twitching stick-figure by the window. "I ain't gonna lie to you, we could use a guy like you; and Brutus too, I guess."
Martin scowled.
"You seriously want me to go up against the boss?" Alex leaned forward, mimicking the other's hunched posture. Finally, he thought, they were getting somewhere.
"Why not? You already did with these little gems," he indicated the packets with a yellowed grin, a weird light glinting in his eyes. "Like you said, Max can't control everything, and if we want to have a little business on the side, who says our little group can't?"
"With you as the leader?" Alex raised an eyebrow.
Bloodshot suddenly seemed to tense, a moment of confusion flickering across his face before he shook his head. "No, no man, don't even say shit like that. If James heard me talking about that-..." He shuddered.
"James?"
The question had spilled from his lips before he had had a chance to stiffle it; not even Martin's swift, painful kick under the table had been enough to stop him. He couldn't help it. James was the fucker? But he had known him for years. He was one of Max's top men. Why in the Hell would he do something as stupid as trying to cheat him?
If Bloodshot noticed anything strange he didn't say so, too busy gesticulating with growing enthusiasm as he laid out plans. "You see, we're going to start out small, and then, after we get some more men, we'll claim a piece of territory for our own. After that we'll have a real base to start building out from. And all the time James'll be right under Maximillian's nose, and the old man'll never know a thing. Hey-" He stopped, looking at Martin. "What the fuck are you do-!"
The word cut off as a clap of thunder exploded in the small room, shaking flakes of paint from the walls in a shower. Bloodshot jerked back as Martin?s bullet struck home.
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