When I arrived at the rendezvous I flashed my cars headlights twice as I had been instructed. The car at the other end of the narrow bridge did the same. I got out of my car and approached the large wall of a man who stood silently.
"I believe you have something I want" I said, trying not to sound nervous. I had no backup here, I was flying solo.
"Indeed I do. It's in the truck. You have the payment?"
I nodded and held the briefcase up flat. I flipped open the latches and opened the lid. Inside were rows of crisp bills. Small denominations, non-sequential.
"It's all here. Do you want to count it?"
"Count? No! I trust you completely."
That was funny, because I could easily make out the tiny red dot that rested over my heart. Placed there by some unseen sniper, very likely the Swede named Ander.
"Then you're happy?" I asked.
"Not quite, you forgot one small thing. My Hat."
"I didn't forget, you get the Pirate Hat when I see the Rig."
He laughed. "Always so paranoid my friend! Of course."
He pulled a squat box out of the truck. "Here you go. All the papers are in it and are in order"
I placed the box in my trunk and handed the large man a bag. "Your Pirate hat, I hope you like it."
He pulled the hat out of the bag and placed it on his head. "It fits like a glove. Sweet. So, we gettin wings?"
"Hells yeah."
Several hours later, in the darkness of my office...The last of the computers cables are connected.
"My God, it's full of stars...."
2 comments:
Whatever you are drinking...I want a double. (Nice story. Well written. Well done.)
Sir Constantine
P.S. So was it a tri-corner hat or the cavalier type?
So, any photos of the new rig? does it have blikenlites?
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