Thursday, September 2, 2010

2- The Box

The gruff voiced man stood up from his chair, surprisingly smaller and shorter than Emilio had pictured.
"Follow me," he grumbled.
Leading Emilio, the man went through a door behind him and entered another dimly lit room where four men were sitting at a table smoking cigars, drinking scotch, and playing poker. Five barely dressed girls sat in various positions on their laps, next to their chairs and on the table watching the game intently. No one looked up as Emilio and the gruff voiced man approached them.
"Do you have the box?" he grumbled deeply.
Emilio looked from face to face at the group playing cards, wondering who GVM could be talking to. A large man wearing African garments pushed his chair back and lifted the young girl off his lap, placing her back in the chair as he got up.
"Come," he spoke with a thick Nigerian accent.
The Nigerian man moved over to a cabinet, which he opened slowly, revealing at least 30 guns of different shapes and sizes. He moved some to the side and reached down, bringing out a medium sized box, which he handed to Emilio.
"What's this?" Emilio began to pick off the tape that sealed the box shut.
"STOP! Wait until you go back to your home. Then when you get there you can see what your task is," GVM quickly grumbled, "Now you most go. We have things to do."
Emilio was led back to the front room and showed to the door, which was quickly locked behind him as he stepped outside. As he made his way over to his motorcycle, he heard a crow caw over his head.
"Damn birds..." he muttered, "They're such a nuisance."
He strapped the precious, mysterious box on to his bike, once again looking from left to right, making sure no one was watching him. He put on his helmet and drove away quickly, heading back to his apartment to discover what had been assigned to him and how he would manage to carry it out.
Little did he know, someone had been watching him. The bird named Koraki witnessed it all, and he quickly flew back to his beloved Corbie with much to tell her. Flying up to the roof top garden where she sat watching people go by, he landed by her side.
"Koraki, what happened?" Corbie quickly asked when she noticed how distressed the bird looked.

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  1. "Koraki, what happened?" I asked him.
    Something very bad. He said. I saw a man, Italian I think, and I got a very bad feeling about him...
    I frowned and finished my tea before peering down at the leaves.
    "A bag." I frowned. "and a dagger."
    A trap. Danger.... Koraki translated. I bit my lip and grabbed a pen and paper, writing a quick note and attaching it to his leg.
    "Can you take this to him?" I asked. Koraki nodded and flew away. The note was simple and anonymous: YOU ARE IN DANGER. TRUST NO ONE.

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