He stood on the corner, beneath a street lamp. His trench coat and fedora hiding most of his body and face; combined with the dark shadows of the setting twilight, he was nearly invisible. The lamp he stood under was flickering, a possible sign of the city's further delve into bankruptcy. He thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't staying the dilapidated town any longer than he had to, once he could make the drop, he could jump on a plane and make his way to France as soon as possible. The object of interest was currently chained to his wrist by a pair of handcuffs, that only his contact had the key to. The suitcase in his firm grip was a bit old-fashioned, he thought. Wasn't everything sent by E-mail now? What about USB drives? Who's idea was it to hand off a briefcase to him, of all people, full of valuable information? Then again, it was clever of his beneficiary to hide the cargo in an average suitcase, less suspicion for him as he carried it. Anyone who'd see him with it, would most likely assume he was going on vacation.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEiE8KP8Nka
The sound of a pair of worn loafers gently slapping against the pavement reached his ears through the darkness, prompting him to glance around, looking around for the approaching figure. A man about a head shorter than him stepped into the light of the streetlamp, glancing around nervously. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhuzTk5N1Fu
"Are you...are you the one they call...'Gunner'?" he asked, swallowing thickly.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡadAH63mqFS
He nodded, then showed the man the wrist that the suitcase was attached to, the cuffs flashing silver in the low light of the streetlamp. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ZpfEDGEXk
"Oh...okay..."965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrvNea6gdRH
He seemed to steel himself, his coat rustled as he tensed, hiding the suitcase behind himself as the man seemed desperate to search for something in his jacket. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtIijNwamQE
The cold metal of a .9mm pistol pressed itself against his temple. He could feel the vibrations of the man's hand as he shook. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOKnfhl6lm
"J-J-Just hand it over, and-and I w-w-won't have to sh-shoot." he stammered, as if unsure as to whom was the victim.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaVYoZMF8Zz
He just chuckled, unnerving the man even further.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyqgqGPYo6A
"You think holding me at gunpoint is going to do anything for you?" he stated flatly.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNW3sSvBBV0
"Y-Yeah..."965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkoh7yis40P
His tone proved that even he didn't believe his own words, if so, he had very little conviction. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgNjUMb4rDS
"There's a reason why I'm the one stuck out here with the intel, pal." he said, suddenly smiling, despite the immediate danger he was in.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡja4ymiDN22
"O-Oh? A-And why would th-that be?" he asked.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaa7iJb2IoR
He shrugged off his trench coat, falling around the suitcase. The man with the pistol adorned a shocked expression when he saw that the carrier wasn't wearing anything more than a white tank top, a pair of jeans, a pair of plain, worn, brown leather shoes. The exposed parts of his chest were mostly brass and bolts; he took particular notice of the plates of metal (he hoped they were only plates), running from his elbow to his shoulder.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXbqGI9cdSf
"Now, what is it you were saying?" he asked, his grin growing wider, effectively scaring the man.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPFTg7YaP42
Plates of brass sprung open over his right arm; long clips of bullets slid down his arm like silk as a curious six-holed device grew from his arm in front of the clips. 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIl4adpcDWj
"Say cheese, pally."965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt7WBzbgUPU
"Here ya go." he grumbled, slamming the suitcase down on the desk of his superior, after marching through the office of crowded people, the air thick with noise.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGXogFc2oX8
"You owe me a trip to Paris, you know that?" he went on, looking the man in the suit dead in the eye "And the money I spent on a ticket to get here."965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQNw5YdnWvi
"Our contact was a bum steer?" he questioned, a brow raising.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS4Vek06a2T
"Yeah, had to wait all damn night, too- no one else was at the drop." he stated, his voice almost at a growl.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCoH3U3L8kB
The man behind the desk thought for a moment, then nodded, placing some forms in a box in a corner of his desk.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS8dyRnMY5D
"Very well, you'll be reimbursed for everything, in addition to your pay," he said, then after a moment "I understand that this was your last mission with us; would you care to have a drink?" 965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLb7TSX37z
"No, thank you," he said "I've got a plane to catch."965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhv5FN5y3Mu
With that, he turned, and walked out of the office.965Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQgwyKVHDfY
