BilkEmDanno
02-09-2008, 3:30 PM
(I wrote this short-story a time ago for some character building for a roleplay I attended. It was very well appreciated there and this is truly my writing style. Though, now since I have quit that roleplay, I don't need it- I just want any suggestions on my writing style. Any grammar/spelling errors- please tell me. I find if I misspell one word, I will do it a lot. I also changed most of the fictional names in my story so you can apply to them.)
“Thank you for flying Red Airlines, where it’s your flight. We will be landing at Vegas International Airport within the next ten minutes. Keep your seat belts on until the seat belt sign turns off. Put all trays in the upright position and all drinks are disposed of. Thank you for flying Red Air.”
Dino sighed as the flight attendant spoke over the intercom. He leaned back in his seat calmly, peeking out his window over the ocean they were passing. Glancing to the gentleman sitting next to him, he leaned back to allow him to see.
“Quite a view, eh?”
The gentleman smiled at him, a baseball cap covering his eyes. He was wearing a sweater-vest and a white shirt, and a pair of jeans. He said nothing, just smiled. Dino watched him suspiciously for a minute before looking away and grabbing his carry-on bag. It was the only thing he brought with him, a large round duffel bag. It only contained two pairs of pants, a few pairs of undergarments, five shirts, and some random necessaties. He dug through the bag, making sure he had everything he needed. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom.
“We are now landing.”
This was followed by the plane being pushed hard, throwing people a few inches up from their chair. The plane leaned back, then the front wheels connected with the ground. A loud screech emitted from the engines on the wing by Dino’s window, a sheet of metal beginning to peel off. The plane rolled to a stop within seconds, creaking as it sat still.
“We apologize for the rough landing. Welcome to Las Vegas.”
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“Hello and welcome to the Mirage. May I take your bags?” A thin Japanese youth approached Dino, folding his hands infront of his chest in a prayer motion and bowing over them.
“Uh, no ‘tanks. Where do I go to, eh… check in?”
“Do you have a reservation, sir?”
“No.” Dino looked nervously across the hotel floor, the shout of a slot-machine permitting a win echoed through the halls, followed by cheers.
“If you take a right up here, follow this hall down. Go past the elevaters, then take a right. There will be a half-staircase going down to the bar. If you’re there, you’ve gone too far. Go back and there will be a long desk infront of a large fountain.” The youth motioned up and down the hall with his hands, an atrium brimming with plant life visible down the path of his motions.
“Yeah, sure. I will do exactly ‘dat.” Dino shrugged, picking up the duffel bag from his feet and advancing down the hall. The directions were really simpler then they seemed. He walked up to a portly woman, whiter then sour cream.
“I needs a room fa’ two nights.” He glanced down across the counter- to a bowl of wrapped chocolate right by a miniature fountain. Next to the fountain was a stone-bowl that seemed to be attached to the fountain, a few round-wrapped pieces of candy left in the bowl. Reaching over, he picked up a candy. He ran his thumb over the texture on the wrapper and put it down.
“Would you like our master suite?” The woman looked up at Dino holding a clipboard.
“Whatta da’ ‘odda options?” Dino popped the chocolate in his mouth and sucked on it. It wasn’t half bad, mint chocolate at it’s finest.
“Well, our master suite is our finest. It has its own swimming pool, three bedroo-“
“Lady, lady, just gimme sumthin’ small ‘n comfortable.” Dino interrupted over his mouthful, waving his hand over the desk infront of him to punctuate his words.
“Our basic economy room is $80 a night. It has a widely stocked minibar and I can give you the prices.” She seemed to sigh, but Dino ignored it. She beckoned at a picture on the wall of an Oreint-themed room. Dino cast his glance over it and began to nod.
“Yeh. Name’s Tony Othello-“ He reached into his wallet and flicked his identification across the table. Having been made by an insider in the DMV, it was authentic. Dino slid his eyes down the menu of the minibar, looking at the prices. He smiled and nodded, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his wallet.“And, I’ll just pay cash upfront.” He slid a pack of twenty dollar bills onto the counter by the woman’s wrist, making a loud clicking noise with his tongue. The woman glanced back and forth over the Identification and then thumbed through the stack of money. She glanced up at Dino again, who was retrieving his identification.
“Sir, there is $600 here.”
“Expenses.”
Making his way to his room, he held a brass cube. On it was attached a keyring, and attached to that keyring was a key to his room. Popping open the door, he stepped in and dropped his bag right next to a table with a television on it. The room was fairly small. It was done in an oriental style. The walls were decorated with a light bamboo frame and the windows outside did not have blinds but sliding doors, made from the classic bamboo and paper combination. The bed was done with white blankets and pillows, decorated with images of reeds and grass and watercolor-looking art. The walls had similar art, most of the paintings also framed in bamboo. There was a small kitchen with a mini bar next to his bed, with what seemed to be a practice Roulette table. The door to the bathroom was immediately to his right. His door was still open and he peeked into the bathroom, checking in the shower. Then, he looked under the bed, under the mattresses, under the pillows, and under the blankets. Nothing was there. He slid open the screens to the windows, but saw nothing or no one there.
Suddenly, he heard the door close behind him. Dino turned to see a knife whiz right past his eye, ripping through the screen. Dino threw himself to the floor and rolled behind the bed. His assailant was the man from the plan, he baseball cap was no removed to reveal a bald man with a tattoo covering the majority of his hairless dome. He was now wearing a thick leather jacket, and he reached into his coat for another knife. Dino reached into the endtable by his bed and pulled out a hard-bound copy of the Bible. The man approached the bad, knife held out. Dino held the book by the bind, the four corners of the cover facing away from him. Charging into the stranger, he threw his arm with the book forward with all his force. Making a hollow sound against the killer’s head- his arm rebounded. The man rubbed his head angrily, then followed up by swiping the knife at Dino. Dino held the book out like a small shield, jumping onto the bed. The assassin leaned into the bed and whipped the blade at Dino’s ankles. The blade glimmered as it sliced open air, Dino kicking the arm as it made its rebound. The killer did not drop his blade, only jumping onto the bed with Dino. Throwing all his weight into his foot, Dino kicked again at the man’s lower-leg, hoping to throw him off balance. Being met by a swift elbow to the forehead, Dino spat blood reluctantly. He rushed the man, book held forward and pushed him over the front-board of the bed, flying over to the ground with the man. Both of them hit their heads against the wall on their way down. The man threw his knife-wielding hand to Dino’s abdomen, cutting Dino’s left arm as he tries to dodge. Dino responded by smashing the book into the man’s head again.
The man threw Dino back into the bed, Dino’s back hitting the front-board of the bed and making him shout loudly. The assassin charged into a stab at Dino’s exposed chest, who quickly rolled out of the way. The killer shouted, the blade was now stuck in the headboard. He quickly jumped back towards the door to the room. Dino spat some more blood onto the carpeted floors, staining the beautiful white carpet. The killer removed another knife from his coat, holding it by the blade. Dino dived to his old position behind the bed as the knife ripped through the screen again. This time, however, instead of sticking into the screen, it just tore through and recoiled off the window. Dino slid over to grab it. The stranger was quick to reveal yet another knife. This knife was larger then the previous ones, at least a foot long in total. The man ran over to Dino, swinging his dagger madly. Dino got a firm grip on the throwing knife and rolled backwards, climbing up to his feet in haste. Dino ducked as the man swung he dagger where his head was, cuting the paper lamp behind him. Dino took the opportunity to tackle the man under his arm, holding his stomach. Dino charged him into the wall, coming back with his blade held out again. Dino took a second to look over to his left arm, blood began seeping down his sleeve and to his wrist. He sighed and rubbed it in pain for a second, as the man then rushed at Dino again. This time, Dino tried to cut the man, who used his arm to block Dino’s wrist, the knife nearly dropping out of his hand. The man returned with a swipe from his dagger, Which Dino weaved to avoid. Sliding his leg behind the assailant’s leg, he was met with yet another elbow to the face. Dino took a few steps away from the assassin, his left hand shooting up to his smashed lip.
The killer kicked at Dino, his leg barely missing him because of distance. Making up for his lost space, the killer pivoted on his leading foot and kicked with his hind leg, winding Dino. Dino was knocked back into his door. Right over his shoulder was a nook in the wall where there stood a fruitbasket and a bottle of wine with a card that said “Enjoy your stay”. Dino promptly grabbed the wine bottle with his left hand by the neck, his arm sending jolts of pain in protest. Ignoring it, he flew at the man and swung the bottle at his head. The bottle made a satisfying smash against the side of the man’s head, broken glass and Cabarnet flooding the floor below the two warring figures. Dino threw a slice at the man, but missed. The man tumbled clumsily for a second before approaching the door. With his back turned to Dino, he suddenly turned the handle and threw open the door, running out into the hall. Dino sprinted to give chase. In the corridor, the man was already halfway away from Dino. Dino was trying to gain on him. The man took a sharp turn in the hall, heading down to a fork. Dino nearly overshot the corner, but quickly corrected his mistake. He flipped his knife so that he was holding it by the handle- ready to throw it if needed. Turning another corner, Dino caught his breath- the gentleman who had attacked him was nowhere to be seen.
Dino held out his blade, spinning in slow circles. He kept his injured arm up and his bladed hand up, waiting for the killer to show himself. He walked forward a bit into the adjacent hall. The dagger was thrust inches in-front of his face, a loud shout accompanying it. The killer spun out from his hiding spot in the sunken door-frame, throwing another jab at Dino’s face, which missed. Dino flung himself forward into the man, grabbing him by his jacket and shot his knife into the man’s Celiac plexus. The man shouted out, dropping his dagger. He tried to breath but only a hoarse sound came out of his lips. He meekly grabbed at Dino’s leg, but Dino kicked him off. Backing up, Dino pulled his knee up and then planted his foot hard into the assassin’s face- throwing him backwards with the knife jutting out of him. Dino kicked his dagger back at him, walking over to see if the man was living or dead. Seeing blood begin to gather around the wound and pool over his sides, he could see the man was not breathing. His eyes were still open, rolled back into his head and his mouth open wide, a few teeth missing and the nose visibly broken.
Dino pulled his sleeve over his right hand, grabbing the knife in the man’s chest and pulling it out. His hand still sleeved, he grabs the killer’s dagger and puts it in the spot where the knife once was. Dino sighs, and walks back to his room. Once at his room, he begins to clean his mess…
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“Dino! Dino, my friend!” Dino stepped out of his rental car, a white Buick. Since the incident in his hotel room, he had changed his shirt to a red Hawaiin shirt with a nice floral design, Habiscus running down the front of it, with palm trees and dolphins mixed in. Over the shirt was a golden necklace with a cruccifix hanging off it. Above the shirt he wore a black dinner jacket, the sides coming over a pair of dark blue jeans. He gives the speaker a hug.
“Billy, long time no see.” Dino smiled, clapping Billy on the back. Billy was a middle-sized man, no older then twenty-five. He had on a dark green sweatshirt with a hood over his head. They were meeting in a pretty shady alley, right between a gym and a liquor store. Besides a few puddles of vomit, a dumpster, and a red ’82 Crown Victoria parked in the corner of the alley, it was all clear. Billy led Dino to the vehicle, popping open the trunk.
“You know me, Di. I gots ya the best here.” He motioned over a hand-gun, obviously spray-painted black. It was set into a mold of plastic, with shapes molded into the form to allow items to be perfectly fit in. Next to the gun was a long, narrow tube, four clips, a smaller cylinder with a toggle on it, and a lone bullet. “I gots ya a Smith and Wesson. Thirty-eight caliber M&P, semi-automatic. Included are four clips, filled to the brim. Included, an eight-inch silencer, mountable infrared laser sights, and a sample bullet for you so you can get the feel for it.”
Dino removed a pair of dark leather gloves from his front jacket pocket and slid one onto his right hand. He picked up the bullet and ran his fingers over it.
“Whaddaya want for it?” Dino looked up, stopping the motion of twirling the bullet around his thumb.
“Di, for you, for all of it, Eight-hundred dollars.” Billy watched Dino carefully, waiting for a response. Dino sucked on his tongue for a second before finally speaking.
“Ya got ya’self a deal. I need sammore, ‘do.” Dino crossed over to the car, putting the bullet back into the case. He reaches over and puts a sheet of velvet over the open part of the case. From there, he pulls into the forms of the plastic and pulls out what seems to be a tray over the velvet. Fishing around in the trunk, he puts a few rubies into each slot of the tray. Then, he puts a lid onto the box, pulling out the completed case. Underneath that case was about three more like it.
“You’ve been doing business with me too long, Di.” Billy laughs, watching Dino camouflage the case. It wasn’t foolproof, but it helped get off the impatient police. Dino set down the case at his feet and motioned for the armsdealer to continue.
“Right, next up-“ He grabs at the next case, already sealed, and undoes the very process on it that Dino just did to the pistol’s box. It revealed an MP5K, a silencer, and two clips. “One of your favorites, Di, the MP5K, fully automatic, yada yada, included with which are a silencer and two clips.” Dino didn’t ask for a price, immediately agreeing to it.
“Right, that one’s $2,200.” Billy spoke briefly before be began to package it up. He pulled the case out and set it next to the pistol’s case. He undid yet another box in the car.
“I don’t ask questions, but I think you need yourself a tactical rifle, it is high-“
“I t'ink I got whadda need.” Dino spoke loudly before Billy could continue. Dino motioned to his car. “Money’s in there, plus a courtesy tip.” Dino nodded to Billy. Billy peered at Dino hard for a second, trying to read his face. All Dino gave him was a slight, satisfied smile. Billy sighed and stepped towards the car, slowly- each step full of uncertainty. Dino backed up a few steps, silently and cautiously. He made sure Billy did not see his movement. The armsdealer was now at the car. He placed a hand on the door-handle and paused. A few seconds passed, and he yanked his hand back, some sweat forming on his palm. The door flew open-
Billy slid into the car. He reached over to the passenger seat and nabbed a briefcase off it. The briefcase was fairly broad and tall, made of some fine black leather. It was a combination briefcase.
“Combination’s four eight one, three eight two.” Dino watched Billy as he put the briefcase up on the hood of the Buick. He scrolled through the brass numbers. Each one made an oddly loud click as he locked it into place. Finally, when he finished entering the combo, he pressed the sides of the briefcase. Both latches popped open, and a very loud click sounded after that. Billy opened the top of the case, and stuffed his hand into it greedily without hesitation.
He did not feel money. It was cold, and hard. He looked down- a loud explosion sounded through the alley, fire and smoke erupted from the briefcase, the car being blown into a wall nearby, the windshield splintering and the trunk peeling off in the immense heat. The front left tire flew off its axel and the force of the explosion tore Billy to shreds. The front grill of the car flew off the front and skittered across the floor of the alley. Dino was already hiding behind the Crown Vic, opening the door to the car with the cases in hand and pushing himself in. Billy’s head was vaporized upon contact instantly, his arms burnt beyond recognition and his body horribly mangled and split in many places. His spine lay in charred chunks around the alley and his waist was lolling, the legs melted into the ground in a backwards streak. Blood was pooled all over the area. Bricks from the nearby walls of some buildings piled on the scene, and a few people were already gathering.
Dino checked his rear view mirror. He was now three blocks away, driving a few miles over the speed limit. He saw police cars speed from all different directions, all of them heading to the alley. He dropped his speed for a second to slide on his left-hand glove, and he cranked the car into full speed, switching the gear.
He had unfinished business.
“Thank you for flying Red Airlines, where it’s your flight. We will be landing at Vegas International Airport within the next ten minutes. Keep your seat belts on until the seat belt sign turns off. Put all trays in the upright position and all drinks are disposed of. Thank you for flying Red Air.”
Dino sighed as the flight attendant spoke over the intercom. He leaned back in his seat calmly, peeking out his window over the ocean they were passing. Glancing to the gentleman sitting next to him, he leaned back to allow him to see.
“Quite a view, eh?”
The gentleman smiled at him, a baseball cap covering his eyes. He was wearing a sweater-vest and a white shirt, and a pair of jeans. He said nothing, just smiled. Dino watched him suspiciously for a minute before looking away and grabbing his carry-on bag. It was the only thing he brought with him, a large round duffel bag. It only contained two pairs of pants, a few pairs of undergarments, five shirts, and some random necessaties. He dug through the bag, making sure he had everything he needed. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom.
“We are now landing.”
This was followed by the plane being pushed hard, throwing people a few inches up from their chair. The plane leaned back, then the front wheels connected with the ground. A loud screech emitted from the engines on the wing by Dino’s window, a sheet of metal beginning to peel off. The plane rolled to a stop within seconds, creaking as it sat still.
“We apologize for the rough landing. Welcome to Las Vegas.”
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“Hello and welcome to the Mirage. May I take your bags?” A thin Japanese youth approached Dino, folding his hands infront of his chest in a prayer motion and bowing over them.
“Uh, no ‘tanks. Where do I go to, eh… check in?”
“Do you have a reservation, sir?”
“No.” Dino looked nervously across the hotel floor, the shout of a slot-machine permitting a win echoed through the halls, followed by cheers.
“If you take a right up here, follow this hall down. Go past the elevaters, then take a right. There will be a half-staircase going down to the bar. If you’re there, you’ve gone too far. Go back and there will be a long desk infront of a large fountain.” The youth motioned up and down the hall with his hands, an atrium brimming with plant life visible down the path of his motions.
“Yeah, sure. I will do exactly ‘dat.” Dino shrugged, picking up the duffel bag from his feet and advancing down the hall. The directions were really simpler then they seemed. He walked up to a portly woman, whiter then sour cream.
“I needs a room fa’ two nights.” He glanced down across the counter- to a bowl of wrapped chocolate right by a miniature fountain. Next to the fountain was a stone-bowl that seemed to be attached to the fountain, a few round-wrapped pieces of candy left in the bowl. Reaching over, he picked up a candy. He ran his thumb over the texture on the wrapper and put it down.
“Would you like our master suite?” The woman looked up at Dino holding a clipboard.
“Whatta da’ ‘odda options?” Dino popped the chocolate in his mouth and sucked on it. It wasn’t half bad, mint chocolate at it’s finest.
“Well, our master suite is our finest. It has its own swimming pool, three bedroo-“
“Lady, lady, just gimme sumthin’ small ‘n comfortable.” Dino interrupted over his mouthful, waving his hand over the desk infront of him to punctuate his words.
“Our basic economy room is $80 a night. It has a widely stocked minibar and I can give you the prices.” She seemed to sigh, but Dino ignored it. She beckoned at a picture on the wall of an Oreint-themed room. Dino cast his glance over it and began to nod.
“Yeh. Name’s Tony Othello-“ He reached into his wallet and flicked his identification across the table. Having been made by an insider in the DMV, it was authentic. Dino slid his eyes down the menu of the minibar, looking at the prices. He smiled and nodded, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his wallet.“And, I’ll just pay cash upfront.” He slid a pack of twenty dollar bills onto the counter by the woman’s wrist, making a loud clicking noise with his tongue. The woman glanced back and forth over the Identification and then thumbed through the stack of money. She glanced up at Dino again, who was retrieving his identification.
“Sir, there is $600 here.”
“Expenses.”
Making his way to his room, he held a brass cube. On it was attached a keyring, and attached to that keyring was a key to his room. Popping open the door, he stepped in and dropped his bag right next to a table with a television on it. The room was fairly small. It was done in an oriental style. The walls were decorated with a light bamboo frame and the windows outside did not have blinds but sliding doors, made from the classic bamboo and paper combination. The bed was done with white blankets and pillows, decorated with images of reeds and grass and watercolor-looking art. The walls had similar art, most of the paintings also framed in bamboo. There was a small kitchen with a mini bar next to his bed, with what seemed to be a practice Roulette table. The door to the bathroom was immediately to his right. His door was still open and he peeked into the bathroom, checking in the shower. Then, he looked under the bed, under the mattresses, under the pillows, and under the blankets. Nothing was there. He slid open the screens to the windows, but saw nothing or no one there.
Suddenly, he heard the door close behind him. Dino turned to see a knife whiz right past his eye, ripping through the screen. Dino threw himself to the floor and rolled behind the bed. His assailant was the man from the plan, he baseball cap was no removed to reveal a bald man with a tattoo covering the majority of his hairless dome. He was now wearing a thick leather jacket, and he reached into his coat for another knife. Dino reached into the endtable by his bed and pulled out a hard-bound copy of the Bible. The man approached the bad, knife held out. Dino held the book by the bind, the four corners of the cover facing away from him. Charging into the stranger, he threw his arm with the book forward with all his force. Making a hollow sound against the killer’s head- his arm rebounded. The man rubbed his head angrily, then followed up by swiping the knife at Dino. Dino held the book out like a small shield, jumping onto the bed. The assassin leaned into the bed and whipped the blade at Dino’s ankles. The blade glimmered as it sliced open air, Dino kicking the arm as it made its rebound. The killer did not drop his blade, only jumping onto the bed with Dino. Throwing all his weight into his foot, Dino kicked again at the man’s lower-leg, hoping to throw him off balance. Being met by a swift elbow to the forehead, Dino spat blood reluctantly. He rushed the man, book held forward and pushed him over the front-board of the bed, flying over to the ground with the man. Both of them hit their heads against the wall on their way down. The man threw his knife-wielding hand to Dino’s abdomen, cutting Dino’s left arm as he tries to dodge. Dino responded by smashing the book into the man’s head again.
The man threw Dino back into the bed, Dino’s back hitting the front-board of the bed and making him shout loudly. The assassin charged into a stab at Dino’s exposed chest, who quickly rolled out of the way. The killer shouted, the blade was now stuck in the headboard. He quickly jumped back towards the door to the room. Dino spat some more blood onto the carpeted floors, staining the beautiful white carpet. The killer removed another knife from his coat, holding it by the blade. Dino dived to his old position behind the bed as the knife ripped through the screen again. This time, however, instead of sticking into the screen, it just tore through and recoiled off the window. Dino slid over to grab it. The stranger was quick to reveal yet another knife. This knife was larger then the previous ones, at least a foot long in total. The man ran over to Dino, swinging his dagger madly. Dino got a firm grip on the throwing knife and rolled backwards, climbing up to his feet in haste. Dino ducked as the man swung he dagger where his head was, cuting the paper lamp behind him. Dino took the opportunity to tackle the man under his arm, holding his stomach. Dino charged him into the wall, coming back with his blade held out again. Dino took a second to look over to his left arm, blood began seeping down his sleeve and to his wrist. He sighed and rubbed it in pain for a second, as the man then rushed at Dino again. This time, Dino tried to cut the man, who used his arm to block Dino’s wrist, the knife nearly dropping out of his hand. The man returned with a swipe from his dagger, Which Dino weaved to avoid. Sliding his leg behind the assailant’s leg, he was met with yet another elbow to the face. Dino took a few steps away from the assassin, his left hand shooting up to his smashed lip.
The killer kicked at Dino, his leg barely missing him because of distance. Making up for his lost space, the killer pivoted on his leading foot and kicked with his hind leg, winding Dino. Dino was knocked back into his door. Right over his shoulder was a nook in the wall where there stood a fruitbasket and a bottle of wine with a card that said “Enjoy your stay”. Dino promptly grabbed the wine bottle with his left hand by the neck, his arm sending jolts of pain in protest. Ignoring it, he flew at the man and swung the bottle at his head. The bottle made a satisfying smash against the side of the man’s head, broken glass and Cabarnet flooding the floor below the two warring figures. Dino threw a slice at the man, but missed. The man tumbled clumsily for a second before approaching the door. With his back turned to Dino, he suddenly turned the handle and threw open the door, running out into the hall. Dino sprinted to give chase. In the corridor, the man was already halfway away from Dino. Dino was trying to gain on him. The man took a sharp turn in the hall, heading down to a fork. Dino nearly overshot the corner, but quickly corrected his mistake. He flipped his knife so that he was holding it by the handle- ready to throw it if needed. Turning another corner, Dino caught his breath- the gentleman who had attacked him was nowhere to be seen.
Dino held out his blade, spinning in slow circles. He kept his injured arm up and his bladed hand up, waiting for the killer to show himself. He walked forward a bit into the adjacent hall. The dagger was thrust inches in-front of his face, a loud shout accompanying it. The killer spun out from his hiding spot in the sunken door-frame, throwing another jab at Dino’s face, which missed. Dino flung himself forward into the man, grabbing him by his jacket and shot his knife into the man’s Celiac plexus. The man shouted out, dropping his dagger. He tried to breath but only a hoarse sound came out of his lips. He meekly grabbed at Dino’s leg, but Dino kicked him off. Backing up, Dino pulled his knee up and then planted his foot hard into the assassin’s face- throwing him backwards with the knife jutting out of him. Dino kicked his dagger back at him, walking over to see if the man was living or dead. Seeing blood begin to gather around the wound and pool over his sides, he could see the man was not breathing. His eyes were still open, rolled back into his head and his mouth open wide, a few teeth missing and the nose visibly broken.
Dino pulled his sleeve over his right hand, grabbing the knife in the man’s chest and pulling it out. His hand still sleeved, he grabs the killer’s dagger and puts it in the spot where the knife once was. Dino sighs, and walks back to his room. Once at his room, he begins to clean his mess…
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“Dino! Dino, my friend!” Dino stepped out of his rental car, a white Buick. Since the incident in his hotel room, he had changed his shirt to a red Hawaiin shirt with a nice floral design, Habiscus running down the front of it, with palm trees and dolphins mixed in. Over the shirt was a golden necklace with a cruccifix hanging off it. Above the shirt he wore a black dinner jacket, the sides coming over a pair of dark blue jeans. He gives the speaker a hug.
“Billy, long time no see.” Dino smiled, clapping Billy on the back. Billy was a middle-sized man, no older then twenty-five. He had on a dark green sweatshirt with a hood over his head. They were meeting in a pretty shady alley, right between a gym and a liquor store. Besides a few puddles of vomit, a dumpster, and a red ’82 Crown Victoria parked in the corner of the alley, it was all clear. Billy led Dino to the vehicle, popping open the trunk.
“You know me, Di. I gots ya the best here.” He motioned over a hand-gun, obviously spray-painted black. It was set into a mold of plastic, with shapes molded into the form to allow items to be perfectly fit in. Next to the gun was a long, narrow tube, four clips, a smaller cylinder with a toggle on it, and a lone bullet. “I gots ya a Smith and Wesson. Thirty-eight caliber M&P, semi-automatic. Included are four clips, filled to the brim. Included, an eight-inch silencer, mountable infrared laser sights, and a sample bullet for you so you can get the feel for it.”
Dino removed a pair of dark leather gloves from his front jacket pocket and slid one onto his right hand. He picked up the bullet and ran his fingers over it.
“Whaddaya want for it?” Dino looked up, stopping the motion of twirling the bullet around his thumb.
“Di, for you, for all of it, Eight-hundred dollars.” Billy watched Dino carefully, waiting for a response. Dino sucked on his tongue for a second before finally speaking.
“Ya got ya’self a deal. I need sammore, ‘do.” Dino crossed over to the car, putting the bullet back into the case. He reaches over and puts a sheet of velvet over the open part of the case. From there, he pulls into the forms of the plastic and pulls out what seems to be a tray over the velvet. Fishing around in the trunk, he puts a few rubies into each slot of the tray. Then, he puts a lid onto the box, pulling out the completed case. Underneath that case was about three more like it.
“You’ve been doing business with me too long, Di.” Billy laughs, watching Dino camouflage the case. It wasn’t foolproof, but it helped get off the impatient police. Dino set down the case at his feet and motioned for the armsdealer to continue.
“Right, next up-“ He grabs at the next case, already sealed, and undoes the very process on it that Dino just did to the pistol’s box. It revealed an MP5K, a silencer, and two clips. “One of your favorites, Di, the MP5K, fully automatic, yada yada, included with which are a silencer and two clips.” Dino didn’t ask for a price, immediately agreeing to it.
“Right, that one’s $2,200.” Billy spoke briefly before be began to package it up. He pulled the case out and set it next to the pistol’s case. He undid yet another box in the car.
“I don’t ask questions, but I think you need yourself a tactical rifle, it is high-“
“I t'ink I got whadda need.” Dino spoke loudly before Billy could continue. Dino motioned to his car. “Money’s in there, plus a courtesy tip.” Dino nodded to Billy. Billy peered at Dino hard for a second, trying to read his face. All Dino gave him was a slight, satisfied smile. Billy sighed and stepped towards the car, slowly- each step full of uncertainty. Dino backed up a few steps, silently and cautiously. He made sure Billy did not see his movement. The armsdealer was now at the car. He placed a hand on the door-handle and paused. A few seconds passed, and he yanked his hand back, some sweat forming on his palm. The door flew open-
Billy slid into the car. He reached over to the passenger seat and nabbed a briefcase off it. The briefcase was fairly broad and tall, made of some fine black leather. It was a combination briefcase.
“Combination’s four eight one, three eight two.” Dino watched Billy as he put the briefcase up on the hood of the Buick. He scrolled through the brass numbers. Each one made an oddly loud click as he locked it into place. Finally, when he finished entering the combo, he pressed the sides of the briefcase. Both latches popped open, and a very loud click sounded after that. Billy opened the top of the case, and stuffed his hand into it greedily without hesitation.
He did not feel money. It was cold, and hard. He looked down- a loud explosion sounded through the alley, fire and smoke erupted from the briefcase, the car being blown into a wall nearby, the windshield splintering and the trunk peeling off in the immense heat. The front left tire flew off its axel and the force of the explosion tore Billy to shreds. The front grill of the car flew off the front and skittered across the floor of the alley. Dino was already hiding behind the Crown Vic, opening the door to the car with the cases in hand and pushing himself in. Billy’s head was vaporized upon contact instantly, his arms burnt beyond recognition and his body horribly mangled and split in many places. His spine lay in charred chunks around the alley and his waist was lolling, the legs melted into the ground in a backwards streak. Blood was pooled all over the area. Bricks from the nearby walls of some buildings piled on the scene, and a few people were already gathering.
Dino checked his rear view mirror. He was now three blocks away, driving a few miles over the speed limit. He saw police cars speed from all different directions, all of them heading to the alley. He dropped his speed for a second to slide on his left-hand glove, and he cranked the car into full speed, switching the gear.
He had unfinished business.