Part IV
Louis frankly had had enough of this, that everyone starts talking to him on the presentation via the barrel and bullet reloading ... By the way, so that everyone who is waiting with a shotgun loaded to the last moment, to be called. dramatic effect? And if anyone ever kicked in this way outside the cartridge because the gun was already loaded?
Thomas was a young man with short blond hair. He wore an elegant cardigan, which protrude from under the silk tie. He had a facial expression, which is often referred to physicality altar ... not in the sense of being sexually exploited, and just a polite boy from the neighborhood, to the very, very not fit the rifle his bodyguard.
- Louis Robespierre, it seems that the 'Frenchman' more suits you - a hand stretched out, and his interlocutor smiled and gave him his. Judging by the touch was not a synthetic leather, if at all, Louis would be able to distinguish between something like the embrace. And really wanted to do it ...
- Well, Mr. Robespierre, where can you ride?
Frenchman proverbial jaw fell to the floor.
- I thought that's me here no longer surprised. To be honest, I just I was going to eat something that has seen at least once a cook.
- Dove St. Inn, fit?
- I'm new in this city, to be honest I do not know what kind of place. I have heard of Isaacs, apparently a great little pub.
- If you prefer Isaacs, no problem, just do not know if you want to be there with me to show.
- Um, something's wrong? You do not look for someone who could cause problems
- Me and Mr new employer does not look forward to widespread praise among the coastal pubs.
- St Dove Inn in that case. - Suddenly, as if had not heard - my new employer?
- Martin.
- Works together with Mr. Martin? - Asked with amazement niekrytym - It seems you forgive men are slightly different calibers
- But of course, that I work with him, Mr. Robespierre. I have the impression that you did not carry sufficient intelligence before you are not committed to our business. We will discuss this with wine, something he also snacking.
Dove St. Inn was an intimate, luxurious inn. When Louis and Thomas crossed the threshold immediately became interested in them, a waiter. Several reviews of premises greeted with Thomas and with a good friend.
- Proposes a small exchange, Mr. Robespierre. - Thomas began again. - I will introduce you to some secrets of the Company, and you tell me something about yourself. Consent?
- If you correspond to the wine, we can start from what is also interesting skrzyżowało your way and my friend Martin.
- Heh, considering that four days ago I was sleeping in his own home in Marseilles, I think to blame it on accident ...
- Coincidence?
Thomas listened attentively to the story of Jack and mysterious flooded with a smart card. In the meantime, given quail.
- Fascinating. Do you know what he's doing Martin? - Without waiting for an answer - we are together in a certain organization, which is subject to a hierarchy. We deal with the wider marine business.
- One of his subordinates called him captain of a ship does not look like container, and he has a merchant
- Yes, Martin is a master of Brandenburg Discordia. There are three of us. In terms of the masters. Me, Martin and Christopher. We work for a very influential man, whose name professional secrecy does not allow me to quote ...
- Pan also is the captain? - Again, did not hide his surprise.
- Naturally. Bismarck Secundus, I argue, but do not stand right now in this port.
Louis looked at his caller again.
- I knew that it is not you rich just a boy, my happiness, that innate insolence was free.
- I am a peaceful man. That Martin is the unpredictable, and Christopher is ... very nice. Suddenly, she said
Thomas cell.
- sorry, I must answer.
He received but not answered. Listened by twelve seconds, then hang up.
- Our lunch, unfortunately, must be completed, commercial affairs are calling ...
- Of course.
- but I'd repeat it with you when you have a little rozgości the Company.
- It was nice meet you and I say this completely sincerely.
Thomas put on the table cell that looked coated with platinum.
- If you wanted to connect to a case, please do not hesitate to call it. It is pounded my number.
- Eee ... Thank you.
rose up and shook hands.
- And so, between us ... Eccentric people do not like it when you talk with their employees on the sly. So maybe you want to keep our appointment for himself.
- Of course.
- I wish you bon appétit.
Thomas left, and Louis sat down to finish lunch, which under normal circumstances, surely it would not happen. ***
Gaumont was once a theater. Now it is quite a popular bar, which was located at one sitting reportedly several hundred people. Three bars serve the guests continuously.
decor was quite unusual, because he was different depending on the room where the current was. One end resembled an exclusive restaurant, then gradually and smoothly transformed into something that at the other end looked like a saloon westernowy.
In one part of the restaurant sat a group of Irish and loudly to the accompaniment of music characteristic of them, opijała the wake of a death of a friend named Brian.
Near them, in turn, with little opportunity, even if they are in total opijać hole in the abdomen and a wonderful friend Vinnie niezejście, drank, and loudly debated Louis, Steven, Keira and John.
At one point, Martin came to the apartment again in the Naval officer outfit with Mikey and two other ... sailors.
captain walked straight to the Frenchman, who was sitting with his back to the entry and shot him in the neck with an open hand, so that this spat is beer.
- Frenchman and swołocz! Salute! - Cast Welcome.
Australijczykowi evidently liked the joke. Louis, when he saw the author is also not objected. Comrades captain sat down, he and the officer blew his whistle at the bartender, but that he did not hear.
- Shoot! - The Frenchman threw thought he was joking.
so Martin took his Luger and shot it directly over the head by a modern counterpart Caterer, so that it smashed a bottle of whiskey and poured his victim ore by water.
Everyone but John zarechotali.
- Kaaaapitaaanie! - The bartender exclaimed happily seeing Martin, although he had earlier edged out of reach for the lady.
- This golden cast iron is your second language? - He asked, wiping a tear from Louis the eye.
- Yes. - Then turned to the bartender, who quickly ran up. - Bobby, old lafiryndo! Why is there no rum! Barrel for now and let them produce more! Kickin 'it today!
saluted bartender, but he realized after a while, so he did, he felt embarrassed and quickly disappeared.
the Frenchman got up and grabbed the hand of Keira.
- Keira, was Martin, Martin, is the most fucked up child in the world. - Then added hastily - and whatever happens, do not leave it for the corpses.
- Przesadzaaaa. - Threw the girl.
- I'm overwhelmed! Return as you have eighteen, or even looked at sixteen. Pirates
laughed.
- Celebrating Our Lady Beztelefonicznej - threw a Frenchman, was brought under the command rum.
- Gentlemen, ladies, French and other ethnic minorities! kickin 'it! - Ordered the captain. For Our Lady of anaerobic! Mikey began
zagadywać other, while Martin drew note that John does not drink, and barely wets the mouth ...
Przystawił him so pistol to his head.
- so do not drink rum whore!
Then he poured a pint conspicuously at once to the throat. So he did the same thing John.
- Zuch boy!
rest of the conversation proceeded in the same relaxed atmosphere of black humor and liters of flowing rum.
At one point John got up, pale and stiff. Then, with unconscious gaze moved towards the exit. He turned it
Steven figured out the situation, and so John went to the bathroom instead of outside. Everyone started
to laugh, but the true roar of joy erupted when the toilet could hear some gunshots, screams, John, then went out zarzygany lightly and not too aware of where it is located. Keira and Louis opluli rum whole table.
joyful atmosphere and a good dose of blood alcohol made the revelers did not notice a well-built red-haired Irishman, who with three colleagues came to their table.
cough that noticed him.
- You see. Opijamy memory of a mate and we have nothing against the fact that you too loud party time, but ...
- Put an end to the fucking whore shooting! - Completed by his colleague. Sitting
looked surprised at the Irish guests, and then how one man turned to Martin. That took another sip from the mug impressive.
- We understand your grievances. - Started slowly.
- Really? Captain
Brandenburg Discordia lifted himself from the chair.
- Absolutely!
A moment of silence.
- And that's why ... - Suddenly the Irishman's incredible reflexes, he threw his mug right on the temple sending bloodied wretch on board - ... we have them totally in the ass!
three others shake off quite quickly and Martin went on, but Mikey stopped them with colleagues.
- our Beat! - The cry went somewhere in the background. Suddenly the table
pirates struck something of a black wave of ore hair, which loudly and bitterly curses.
real battle ensued. Mikey
barely stood up, and already received two blows to the jaw, after which flew across the table and smashing a few pints landed unconscious on the floor.
Martin in response to one Irishman chair treated the same by increasing its "frag counter" to two. One bald man
with the burnt face meted Keirze knee kick in politics. Girl przywaliła yet forehead on the table and finished next to Mikey. Seeing this
Louis has treated women's boxing roundhouse kick and knocked him to at least one tooth. He did not see, however, where the victim collapsed, he felt a strong blow to the back and came up with Martin. They both knocked down, but then quickly got up and took down two big guys with Steven.
- Fucking pedals! - He shouted in a fit of rage The Australian broke the guy to some completely different nose, so that it looked like he had a pig's snout. The Frenchman started
eye goggles, which he always wore on his forehead and przywalił opponent's head in the face. Around chlapnęła blood, and a number fell to her eyes, Martin.
opposing captain is used and wyrżnął him with his elbow in the jaw. Martin stumbled on an unconscious przywalił Keirze and head into the floor.
- Uh. - Groaned.
Louis wanted to "avenge", but suddenly noticed that according to all calculations in the heavens and the earth, the attackers are at least three times as much as them and are counting the unconscious. "Whore, was done This bill before drinking rum tub. "
last thing a Frenchman saw that night was John, who is not bothered by anyone, standing the whole fight in the same position with unconscious gaze, przywalił face on the floor as a result of damage to his body with alcohol. ***
- zabalowali toast. - The next day they woke up dry and cool voice of Mr. Burns.
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