Mr. Donny Robucco wasn't a very pleasant man to deal with. He was notorious for his short temper and his fondness for hurting people. Piss him off, in his own house, and you were dead on the spot. This is how it was, there was no way around it. If you wanted something from him,then you played his game, by his rules.
Rock sat across the table from him, hands folded across his lap, waitingfor the big man to speak. He looked for a brief moment through his black sunglasses at the two men sitting next to Mr. Robucco. They were stoic, like soldiers. Their faces revealed little to no expression and the eyes, the eyes that Rock was always trained to look at, were hidden behind their silver shades. It seemed everybody was hiding their emotions today, except for big Donny, he hid nothing.
"So...do we have a deal then?" Donny asked as he took a long, lingerly hit off of his cuban cigar. He licked his lips, savoring the flavor, seeming to drift away with the ecstacy that it brought. Rocks hard, gritty voice brought him back.
"Yes, Mr. Robucco, we have a deal". He said, somewhat irritably.
"Good, good.." Donny said, rising from the table and moving to the back of the room. His form was always strong, powerful, menacing to anybody who saw him. But in the darkness of the small room he looked small, weak, he limped as he walked. Rock sensed there was something wrong but did not probe further. Donny disappeared into a doorway and reemerged a few moments later carrying a large duffle bag. He limped over to the table and slammed it down in front of his two associates. The man on his left stood and unzipped the bag. He made a motion for Rock to rise as well. Rock did as much, but said nothing.
"In this bag," Donny started, his gruff manner returning "you will find everything you need to complete what I have asked of you."
Rock looked over, the bag was filled with guns, lots of guns. He also noticed a large stalk of cash, although Rock was wearing sunglasses, Donny noticed his gaze move to that. "That is for you, the first part of it anyways. For your purposes, you will find four credit cards, a passport and any other identification you will need. Do not fly." Donny warned. "You will be caught if you do. You must drive to your destination. Of course that is your preferred means of transportation, isn't it?" He glanced through the open door, seeing the Harley parked outside.
Rock said nothing, in fact the big mans voice was starting to get on his nerves, he wanted out of this place. He made a move for the bag on the table, Mr. Robuccos two associates, uneased by this spontaneous act, reached for the guns inside their jackets. Donny waved them to stand down with a quick motion of his hand. They complied, but not without casting a baleful glance at Rock, letting him know that they had their eyes on him. Rock suppressed a grin, he had dealt with guys like this many times before. All thoughts crammed into their trigger finger, shoot first, ask questions later. Hired guns, loyal to whoever was filling their pockets. Rock knew he could take both of them down, including Donny, with just three shots. Each were about as quick-witted as a tree sloth.
He ignored the goons and focused his attention on the dufflebag in front of him. Everything was in place. He quickly zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder. He took a quick look at Donny again, scanning the mans face for any sign of deceit, but could find none. Rock guessed the man was impossible to read anyways. He turned to head for the door and felt a strong hand close around his forearm, it was Donny. "I didn't realize we were finished here." Donny said, his voice cold. The cigar he had been smoking was crushed in the ashtray, the embers slowly dying out one by one. Rock wondered if Donny was trying to be symbolic. He doubted it. Donny was street smart, but that was about as far as his intellect went. He waited patiently for whatever threat Donny was likely to spew out. "If anything goes wrong," Donny started, his voice growing
deeper, becoming very serious " if you make a mistake and this whole thing goes foul, you will die. If I ever feel like what you are going to do will come back to haunt me, you will die. Believe me when I say this my friend. I am not one to fuck with." Donny moved in closer, still squeezing Rocks arm, even tighter than before. His breath stank of Tequilla and tobacco. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Rock grunted, breaking away from Donny's grip and heading towards the door. He needed to get the hell away from this bozo before he said anything else. His voice was really grating on his nerves. If he didn't get out soon Rock was sure he was going to lose his cool and wind up putting a bullet between his employers eyes. He waited in the doorway, resting against the metal frame. He turned to Donny, lowering his glasses to meet his eyes. "Mr. Robucco, I am a killer and I do my job very well.
Trust me when I say your target is already dead." He turned and walked out the door, slamming it home with a feeling of great satisfaction before the dumb fuck could say anything else.