Post by Gjenrei on Oct 27, 2011 2:11:07 GMT -6
The names came off my list like raindrops falling off a leaf after a storm. I find that people are pretty co-operative for the right price, if you happen to know what the right price is. I was down to merely one name on the list.
Da hell you want boy? Halloween ain't for a few days now.. just get da **** outta here..
The two thugs barring my path are standard issue rent-a-minions. One big and burly, strong like and Ox but just as oblivious. The other was wire thin and had a devious look, the kind of man who planted a knife in your back while you tangled with the big guy. Standard issue, standard speech, and easily enough dealt with.
I am here to see your boss, friend. I do not want any trouble with you.
Looks like ya got some trouble then, doncha?
Please do not do this..
Dur hur.. isn't he very polite now.. please he says?
Yea.. he he.. a real charmer this one is.. he's..
His speech is cut off by the side of my hand, coming down on the side of his neck. It was a fatal blow, not even close, but the area contains several nerve centers that connect to other parts of the body, namely the lower extremities. He dropped to the ground as his nervous system shut down.
Please let me pass..
The other man is stunned to his feet at the speed at which his companion was dispatched. It was not some secret technique from an ancient time, but the fear was there. The fear of being overmatched. He steps back.
Uhh uhhh...
He will be fine in a few minutes.. now, move.
He keeps backing up, out of my way. I hate resorting to such means, really, I do. Inside, another man approaches me, this one is a bit more refined.
So, it's you..
Criminals are a tight group for the most part, while they try to constantly one up one another, they will on occasion form alliances to suit their own ends. So it was not surprising that someone would inform this man of what I had been inquiring about. The only question is, how he would react to it.
Yes. I trust you have heard.
Yea, I heard B..
And...?
He looked around, noticing that his employees started taking an interest in their boss talking with this masked stranger standing in their midst.
Let's talk in my office..
He leads me past several men working, each taking apart a car piece by piece. I care not for them. I had already done my scouting of the area, and the car I sought was not here. But that does not mean that it was never here.
This business is a hard mistress. It takes from you, everything you hold dear. It becomes your new diety, replacing the one you used to worship. It becomes your life, in full and in effigy. It is what you bow to, what you pray to, and it will become everything you believe in.
If you allow it to.
By eliminating want, and desire for what you may never obtain, you push yourself away from it's cruel core, push yourself back into your realm that you made. It allows you to step away without guilt or consequence. It prevents things like depression, angst, and anger over the things that don't go your way. It was not overnight that I was able to accomplish this, in fact, the process took far longer than I had ever dreamed it would. Want and Desire are part of human nature, such a large part in fact that men have killed and died for the very ideal.
All men, great or fallible, come to know death.
Many have tried to escape fate, but you cannot avoid that which does not rest, and does not stop. They run, and are overwhelmed, and yet often do they not die in body, but die in spirit.
As much as it pains me to admit, this is what I see for you Seth.
You continue to look ahead, not at the next battlefield, but at the end of the road. The end when you think you can cease fighting. The end when you will try to lay down your arms and pray that your enemies will do the same. You only see your name on that small plate under the word 'World'. You only see that ceremony when your name is placed in it's own place next to the other men you consider legends.
As long as that is in your mind, you will never be at peace.
You will never know rest, or security.
And always will you be mired in the mud of want and desire.
This is not a battle for respect. It does not matter if you respect who I am or what I represent, or you do not. It does not matter that I have thought you a warrior from the outset, and thus you are a man deserving such praise. Those things cease to matter when the bell rings. When the pride of a Warrior overtakes his personal feelings, and he unleashes the full brunt of his power and fury. The pride that will make one man do everything he can to win, and a different man stop just short. The difference is the same two issues..
Want.
And Desire.
That's all you see, Mr. Evans. A path before you, and stones atop it. You considered the four of us a stepping stone on this glorious reign you were going to have. You considered Mr. Famularo a stone on your way to what you think you deserve. And now you sit, no doubt considering me to be just another stone in front of you.
It is not that I do not believe what you said.
It is that I do not think you believe what you said.
Please, think on that for the moment, before you answer.
I know what you're after.. and it ain't here...
I look at him. No nervous twitches, no fidgeting, nothing to indicate that he is trying to deceive me. I am not perfect at noticing such things, so that is by no means a guarantee. But I believed him.
I suppose you know where..
I do.
And you want?
I never see your mug again. And you give me your chicks number..
My chick?
That girl you hang around with.
He must mean Deanna. I think on it for a moment. I do not want her involved in any of this mess. But then again, she is already as involved as she is going to be. I pencil her cell phone number on a scrap of paper.
You do realize..
Yea, yea man.. I won't hurt her or nothin..
Also, she is my assistant, so chances that you will see me again are high.
I meant around my place of bidness you know.. I got a reputation to uphold.
Then make sure I never have need of you again.
Alright man, if that's how you gon play this.
He scribbles something down, and hands it to me.
Cats name is Omar Guisepe. He's running some stolen car ring so some major cats have stolen cars on hand to rob banks n ****.
I think I'll pay him a visit.
I hope you ain't gotta man.. Cats well connected.
So am I.
Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Thank you for your concern.
Da hell you want boy? Halloween ain't for a few days now.. just get da **** outta here..
The two thugs barring my path are standard issue rent-a-minions. One big and burly, strong like and Ox but just as oblivious. The other was wire thin and had a devious look, the kind of man who planted a knife in your back while you tangled with the big guy. Standard issue, standard speech, and easily enough dealt with.
I am here to see your boss, friend. I do not want any trouble with you.
Looks like ya got some trouble then, doncha?
Please do not do this..
Dur hur.. isn't he very polite now.. please he says?
Yea.. he he.. a real charmer this one is.. he's..
His speech is cut off by the side of my hand, coming down on the side of his neck. It was a fatal blow, not even close, but the area contains several nerve centers that connect to other parts of the body, namely the lower extremities. He dropped to the ground as his nervous system shut down.
Please let me pass..
The other man is stunned to his feet at the speed at which his companion was dispatched. It was not some secret technique from an ancient time, but the fear was there. The fear of being overmatched. He steps back.
Uhh uhhh...
He will be fine in a few minutes.. now, move.
He keeps backing up, out of my way. I hate resorting to such means, really, I do. Inside, another man approaches me, this one is a bit more refined.
So, it's you..
Criminals are a tight group for the most part, while they try to constantly one up one another, they will on occasion form alliances to suit their own ends. So it was not surprising that someone would inform this man of what I had been inquiring about. The only question is, how he would react to it.
Yes. I trust you have heard.
Yea, I heard B..
And...?
He looked around, noticing that his employees started taking an interest in their boss talking with this masked stranger standing in their midst.
Let's talk in my office..
He leads me past several men working, each taking apart a car piece by piece. I care not for them. I had already done my scouting of the area, and the car I sought was not here. But that does not mean that it was never here.
This business is a hard mistress. It takes from you, everything you hold dear. It becomes your new diety, replacing the one you used to worship. It becomes your life, in full and in effigy. It is what you bow to, what you pray to, and it will become everything you believe in.
If you allow it to.
By eliminating want, and desire for what you may never obtain, you push yourself away from it's cruel core, push yourself back into your realm that you made. It allows you to step away without guilt or consequence. It prevents things like depression, angst, and anger over the things that don't go your way. It was not overnight that I was able to accomplish this, in fact, the process took far longer than I had ever dreamed it would. Want and Desire are part of human nature, such a large part in fact that men have killed and died for the very ideal.
All men, great or fallible, come to know death.
Many have tried to escape fate, but you cannot avoid that which does not rest, and does not stop. They run, and are overwhelmed, and yet often do they not die in body, but die in spirit.
As much as it pains me to admit, this is what I see for you Seth.
You continue to look ahead, not at the next battlefield, but at the end of the road. The end when you think you can cease fighting. The end when you will try to lay down your arms and pray that your enemies will do the same. You only see your name on that small plate under the word 'World'. You only see that ceremony when your name is placed in it's own place next to the other men you consider legends.
As long as that is in your mind, you will never be at peace.
You will never know rest, or security.
And always will you be mired in the mud of want and desire.
This is not a battle for respect. It does not matter if you respect who I am or what I represent, or you do not. It does not matter that I have thought you a warrior from the outset, and thus you are a man deserving such praise. Those things cease to matter when the bell rings. When the pride of a Warrior overtakes his personal feelings, and he unleashes the full brunt of his power and fury. The pride that will make one man do everything he can to win, and a different man stop just short. The difference is the same two issues..
Want.
And Desire.
That's all you see, Mr. Evans. A path before you, and stones atop it. You considered the four of us a stepping stone on this glorious reign you were going to have. You considered Mr. Famularo a stone on your way to what you think you deserve. And now you sit, no doubt considering me to be just another stone in front of you.
It is not that I do not believe what you said.
It is that I do not think you believe what you said.
Please, think on that for the moment, before you answer.
I know what you're after.. and it ain't here...
I look at him. No nervous twitches, no fidgeting, nothing to indicate that he is trying to deceive me. I am not perfect at noticing such things, so that is by no means a guarantee. But I believed him.
I suppose you know where..
I do.
And you want?
I never see your mug again. And you give me your chicks number..
My chick?
That girl you hang around with.
He must mean Deanna. I think on it for a moment. I do not want her involved in any of this mess. But then again, she is already as involved as she is going to be. I pencil her cell phone number on a scrap of paper.
You do realize..
Yea, yea man.. I won't hurt her or nothin..
Also, she is my assistant, so chances that you will see me again are high.
I meant around my place of bidness you know.. I got a reputation to uphold.
Then make sure I never have need of you again.
Alright man, if that's how you gon play this.
He scribbles something down, and hands it to me.
Cats name is Omar Guisepe. He's running some stolen car ring so some major cats have stolen cars on hand to rob banks n ****.
I think I'll pay him a visit.
I hope you ain't gotta man.. Cats well connected.
So am I.
Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Lucas
Concerned Citizen
[/center]Concerned Citizen
Thank you for your concern.