"Voice in the darkness"
-You ain't worth my time.- She said before smash closing the doors behind her and leaving me standing in the middle of the room with my gun in one hand and bottle of water in other one, surrounded by darkness of dying day.
-Yeah, bitch, run away. You will get back anyway>.- My voice sounded like I've smoked 3 tons of purified bullshit in one take.
She will get back.
She always does..
Not that I am worried, but that stupid whore should get some professional help, I guess.
All those mood swings n shit...
Why the hell all girls I meet are ***in crazy?
Dang, must be my genes or something...
*** that.
I turned around and sat on the couch.
My old and trusty Desert Eagle .50 left my hand just to make some space for cell phone.
I don't need to even look at the screen.
Slide my finger across the screen..
Now shake it twice..
Find scratched area and keep my finger on it for 4 seconds..
Dialing...
-Yo Mike, wssup man?
-Nothin much Scott.- I closed my eyes.
-That bitch left again and didn't even close the doors.
-***, man, thats some serious shit, you need to get this solved.- His voice, on the other hand, sounded as if he was happy for this.
-Yeah, probably it will take her longer to come back this time...That bitch..
A minute of silence.
-Yo, Mike.
-Yea?
-Cliet. Special Assigment. Double pay. If, of course, you want it.
My eyes opened again.
Client? Special assigment?
Not again..
-Last time "special assigment" nearly cost me my head and "double pay" was way too low.
-This time its different. Big fish. Though, if you don't want, I'll..
-*** that, I'll take it. Not like I've got anything better to do.
-Cool bro, meet tomorrow, same time, location 32-40.
-Client?
-Will be there. Wants some "personal experience". Cheers.
Call ended.
Special assigment. What a drag.
Probably something to do with those crazy russian mother***ers that are all over goddam place.
Yeah, probably.
Russians are crazy. Especially those from far east. Those are too ***ing crazy even for me.
But...
Why 32-40?
As far as my memory goes, that zone was classified as extremely well guarded. Won't be easy to even get inside, let alone meeting someone.
Ah, *** it.
I'll get in anyway. I always do.
Just outta curiosity.
My eyes closed again..
