Part II
At the end of the phone raising The Frenchman decided.
hand gesture to silence others.
- Whore mother! Are you there, pedal zajeb!
- 'jour, your friend probably is not available.
the other side of consternation.
- E? Who's that whore?
- Louis. Louis Robespierre, to services.
- Ki luj the fuck?
- You, Frenchman! Give Jack the phone!
- Your friend is trying to remember how to puke.
- ...
- From what I stammered, you have to bring some contraption.
- You, dude, are you?
- Do you want a short or long story?
- You know what, listen ...
In the meantime, everyone gathered around the French and began closely to catch fragments of conversation.
- Someone who can give you przytargać your "something" in any case.
- Well you're talking! Listen my friend! He has something very, very important, so if anyone has worked it accidentally, shoot a fuck! Listen to me, and earn money! Are you there?
- Describe what, where, when and for what it's for me, and I'm sure it will reach an agreement
- Excellent my friend, very good! I like you, so listen. This miscreant, scoundrel is fucking with you card. You will know it after that, the only thing that is not drank. See if you have something like that.
Louis approached the subject of all the confusion and looked to him inside the jacket pockets, finding the actual card.
- As there is no, then shoot him!
- Mouai, it is.
- Zuch Frenchman!
- Listen, do I need it for an hour ago, so if you brought it to me, it fires you to compensate for the costs plus a bonus. - He added hastily - I did not care for him, my friend! He always looks. I do not call any ambulance! Neither the police! Neither his old! He'll be! Focus on your card! My friend, listen. I need her at the docks. Bring it to me yourself, and your wealth quickly and easily.
- A guarantee that quickly and easily I will not have a knife in your back?
- Friend! I just want a card! I care not for your dead body! Anyway, for whom you take me for?
- heh, a man of business. Business people always calculate gains and losses.
- Great! Same profits for you my friend! You know, where are the docks?
- Sure, I know.
- Friend ... - Suddenly heard in the background, "Martin, a whore, will or will not?" and subdued "silent, whore, the moment." - 7 dock, 2H container base. Pact on the stock opposite the gate.
- for ~ 20 minutes at the docks, warehouse 2H. Come here, my friend.
Rozłączyli up.
After the facial expressions of other Louis saw that emotions were mixed in the nation.
After a brief conversation come to a consensus that in general each of them benefit from a bit of loose cash, and no there was no no doubt that had something of an adventurer, so any "adventure" sounded attractive.
There were, however, fool enough to go to get killed, so literally "on his knee," devised a plan to prevent sudden, uncontrolled prześwitom in organs critical to health, caused by an overdose of lead in doses strangely reminiscent of the size of pistol bullets.
Five minutes and a half of beer later, Vinnie Trenton stood at a nearby parking lot and adopted the pose of the person who chooses to store a new coat for winter, tried hard to remember, "cholercia no! But to which car is me, głuptasek, I forgot the keys ?"... or something like that.
- Take Hilux. - Threw the Frenchman.
Vinnie, and the accompanying Australian that the plan was designed for the object of sabotage and a woman, that serves as a medical aid rushed gaze at the blue Toyota pick-up.
- Okay, give me a place. - Vinnie said, and walked to the car, then threw to the ground wires and some keys, and then glanced at the lock of the car.
He spat on the ground and started to work. It did not take but five seconds, and hypersensitive car alarm began to howl like a fool.
Watching fellow thief had already run away, when that clearly irritated ran to the front of the car, while looking for a suitable place, then took out his machete-like, and with all her strength wrąbał near the right headlight. He kicked him in the race, but the alarm subsided.
- And yes, it does a damn.
- Jesus, open at the end of the car, dammit. - Said the woman.
Once uttered these words, the alarm screamed again.
- See? Wkurwiłaś it! - Vinnie threw reproachfully.
Suddenly a piece of the mask with the reflector erupted, but this was not due to incompetent attempts to murder the electronics, because everyone can hear clearly reload shotgun just before the explosion. The second missile hit even closer to Vinnie, and although once again the main victims of a car, it is also partly off an own-be thief. Kickback
giant turned 180 degrees and wyrżnął him on the floor.
- Whore! My car!
Only now the other three saw a black man holding a shotgun, who emerged from behind their backs. Currently
muscular, mustachioed guy looked at the unconscious gaze, as he had murdered his own car.
From the moment of his inattention has benefited Australian Steven and gave him three shots from his pistol. It was not until the third round
reached the goal, but it entered the left eye and left occiput. Victim artistic fell to his knees and face a second later.
woman called Keira Vinnie rushed to the wounded, and Steven became interested in the rifle.
- It even has the keys with you! It is a pity that the car is already ...
- Give it! - Frenchman interrupted him.
- No kidding.
- Come on Aussie, This Hilux.
- Hey, what about him? - Asked Keira.
Louis looked at Vinnie.
- Gars, are you alive?
- Uh. - Vinnie replied.
- interpret this as "I want in a hospital." Ok, once you go ... But first we make to your guts were not in vain.
Keira pulled out of her bag and began to spray the spray on the hole in the belly of Vinnie, who had just fainted.
- What is it? - Asked the Aussie.
- Priapan Spray. You have half an hour.
- Let's go. - Threw the Frenchman.
- you placed in the general conduct, żabojadzie?
- Yes, but only intelligent conversation - said, sitting behind the wheel.
Australian sat down next to it.
- It still does not start.
- Jesus, you're a pessimist, eh? " - Turned the key, the car easily lit. - See malcontents? Hilux.
rushed towards the docks, leaving Vinnie, and Keira.
At one point rammed a Frenchman pointed to the garbage bin, but soon returned to the straight track ride.
- Sorry. - He added - Frank and John are on the detector, we go according to plan, but not where we had to meet him, but there where it will be easier for us to see if ...
Suddenly on the road in front of them developed kolczatka.
- Whore!
tire explosion. The car is in place.
first thought they were the police, but then I saw the car as they related to land like a balerony "detector."
- Damn.
dobyli weapons saw Him, four men armed with rifles and measure their direction. Zreflektowali so.
After a while, joined the fifth, who was not armed. He was head of a black Mohawk and was dressed in a Navy officer's uniform, and matching the whole mantle. He wore a small, mirrored sunglasses.
- get out. - Tossed with a smile, a well-known voice from the phone.
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