The Close CallThe hit was still unconscious when they arrived at the lake. Numbers glared down at him as Wrench unceremoniously yanked him out of the boot and dropped him onto the gravel by the side of the road. Numbers didn’t think himself a moral human being but occasionally on days like this he felt a small sense of justice in his profession. Their victim now bleeding out on the side of the road had cut Fargo out of an important business transaction and tried to skip town. That was an everyday kind of job for him and Wrench; what made this one special was that he also happened to be a pedophile. Numbers held a special kind of hate in his heart for anyone that took advantage of children.The Close Call by Seraph5
Why are you smiling Numbers caught Wrench asking.
Just a good day Numbers replied.
Are you gonna start singing and dancing too? Wrench ribbed him with a smirk.
Just shut up and grab the ice drill Numbers replied lifting the unconscious mans feet. He was a lean man not skinny
And Then There Were TwoIt was a night like every other. The pub was busy with rough workers keen to drop their fresh paychecks onto the bar. He moved through the hustle looking for a drink and a dark corner to vanish into. The barkeep was as close to a friend as he had and always knew what he wanted. He had a full glass in his hand with little more then a wave.And Then There Were Two by Seraph5
He turned to move away when a weight hit him square in the back. He fell hard against the bar fumbling his drink. The glass shattered at his feet. He didn’t expect anything but an apologetic expression from an intoxicated face. He got three heavyset loggers instead.
“-retarded fuckin-” The one who’d hit him was halfway through shouting face scrunched into an angry red glare “-out of my way!”
He turned back to the bar to get a replacement drink when fingers dug into his shoulder spinning him back around.
“-to you, you asshole! You owe me a drin-” the logger continued hell-bent on a reaction.
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