McIver, who was sorting through his own pile of papers, threw one of his stack toward Lachlan. “Can we make use this?”
Lachlan pinned the sliding file as it slid across the title. Skimming over the front page, he smiled. “That we can. Alright guys, listen up. Here’s the gameplan…”
---- Present day ----
The white van turned into a long alley. Cutting the motor, the van rolled to a stop. Lachlan took his hands off the wheel, reaching into his breast pocket for a packet of smokes. As he drew his first puff, the radio crackled and spat.
“So, boss, how’s the delivery?” Baird said.
“Feel free to haul it inside, sunny. Just waiting for my hot date.” Lachlan mocked.
“You kids have fun. Over and out.” Baird signed out.
Lachlan took a long puff. As if on cue, a black limousine stopped by the alley entrance. “Showtime”, he thought, as he concealed the revolver under his belt. Adjusting his tie, he felt somewhat uncomfortable in this white collar business dress. Though he had to admit, he did clean up fine – he’d have to see what the ladies thought about it tonight.
Exiting the van, Lachlan walked through the frigged weather, grateful as he entered the air-conditioned limo without invitation. Settling himself into a seat, he found himself face-to-face with the cabin's sole occupant – Notorious mafia member, Mario B.
“So glad you came.” Lachlan smiled.
“Think nothing of it. And the arrangements?” Mario B replied. His brow had been sweating, and he had lost a surprising amount of weight in the last two days.
“Taken care of.” Lachlan replied, “That is, if everything goes well. Otherwise... Well. I’m sure you get the picture.”
“Oh, you’ll get no trouble from me.” The snake smiled.
Mario knocked the front of the cabin. The driver apparently understood, taking off for the Little Flower organisation.
Lachlan pinned the sliding file as it slid across the title. Skimming over the front page, he smiled. “That we can. Alright guys, listen up. Here’s the gameplan…”
---- Present day ----
The white van turned into a long alley. Cutting the motor, the van rolled to a stop. Lachlan took his hands off the wheel, reaching into his breast pocket for a packet of smokes. As he drew his first puff, the radio crackled and spat.
“So, boss, how’s the delivery?” Baird said.
“Feel free to haul it inside, sunny. Just waiting for my hot date.” Lachlan mocked.
“You kids have fun. Over and out.” Baird signed out.
Lachlan took a long puff. As if on cue, a black limousine stopped by the alley entrance. “Showtime”, he thought, as he concealed the revolver under his belt. Adjusting his tie, he felt somewhat uncomfortable in this white collar business dress. Though he had to admit, he did clean up fine – he’d have to see what the ladies thought about it tonight.
Exiting the van, Lachlan walked through the frigged weather, grateful as he entered the air-conditioned limo without invitation. Settling himself into a seat, he found himself face-to-face with the cabin's sole occupant – Notorious mafia member, Mario B.
“So glad you came.” Lachlan smiled.
“Think nothing of it. And the arrangements?” Mario B replied. His brow had been sweating, and he had lost a surprising amount of weight in the last two days.
“Taken care of.” Lachlan replied, “That is, if everything goes well. Otherwise... Well. I’m sure you get the picture.”
“Oh, you’ll get no trouble from me.” The snake smiled.
Mario knocked the front of the cabin. The driver apparently understood, taking off for the Little Flower organisation.
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