Post by Sam Ward on Feb 17, 2013 2:40:20 GMT 2
For a while he had been fiddling around with his now cold coffee. Sipping, stirring, turning the cup while he was deeply lost in thoughts about his new assignment. For some reason Sam had a feeling that this Jack O'Conner he was supposed to warn and dispose off if he didn't come through with the lost goods or the quarter million was smarter than what people gave him credit for. There had to be a reason he had been chosen for such a big task.
Finally Sam came to a conclusion and drank the rest of the cold coffee before tossing the cup into a garbage can in a fashion that Jack would soon follow.
Half an hour later he arrived at the meeting point that Rina had told him when he called her.
Just to be on the safe side he took his sunglasses off and placed them in the glove compartment in exchange for the 9mm that was stored in there. He shoved it in the back of his belt and then put his white t-shirt over it.
Now he was leaning against his car and patiently waiting for the mobster to show up.
Finally Sam came to a conclusion and drank the rest of the cold coffee before tossing the cup into a garbage can in a fashion that Jack would soon follow.
Half an hour later he arrived at the meeting point that Rina had told him when he called her.
Just to be on the safe side he took his sunglasses off and placed them in the glove compartment in exchange for the 9mm that was stored in there. He shoved it in the back of his belt and then put his white t-shirt over it.
Now he was leaning against his car and patiently waiting for the mobster to show up.
