THE MEETING

7:59//8:00 in the p.m. it was time to meet with the client Vic. In truth he’d been in the area for at least a hour, just to be sure. Recon wasn’t always nessesary but something made him wary on this job. He headed across the road to THE RED RABBIT a lesser loved branch of the Frequent Fork franchise, easy eats and even easier drinks.

He stepped through the saloon style doors and stoped to take in his surroundings. His senses were immediately attacked by bad smells and bad karaoke from a stage in the corner, and of corse the lovely sticky floor. The decor wasn’t great either, dirty green carpet met two foot high dark wood panelling into deep red wallpaper and a black celing.

There in the middle of a set of tables was his marker, a single purple rose. He went to the bar and ordered a drink “Bloody Virgin over ice” .Drink in hand he went over to the table.

As he walked the distance he took in Vics appearance she was beautiful but with that air of, mess with me and never walk strait again. Her clothes were black her hair purple with blue highlights and emerald green eyes. He reached the table and in a gravely voice said “Vic”?

She pointed at the chair opposite her own and said to sit. He never saw the person on the landing ,didn’t hear the trigger click or the bullet splitting the air, and probably didn’t feel the bullet pass through his brain. The beauty stood up and giving him one last look said “say hi to Vic for me!”

Her companion joined her at the door and they left the bar…