Posted - 2003.09.13 12:44:00 - [1
Edited by: Warrior Poet on 15/11/2004 19:05:45***
The neon lights behind the bar were starting to hurt her eyes now, bright pinks and greens assaulting her with their garishness. The glass in front of her was nearly empty. It had been like that for the best part of twenty minutes. Her employer a greasy half Caldari, half Amarr who had inherited the worst traits of both races had sent her to this dump despite her protestations. She sat there idly, heart filled with murderous thoughts and revenge that would never be realised she knew better than to mess with him. His past was murkier than his present.
Suddenly she felt a presence behind her and the unmistakable tingle of hot breath on her bare nape. She tensed briefly before spinning around aggressively.
"I thought I told you " She broke off, finding herself staring not into the face of the portly Caldari with man-breasts who had been pestering her for her services over the course of the last week, but the soulful eyes of a large Minmatar. Very large, if the tubular bulge in his trousers that ran part way down his thigh was anything to go by. Smelling cash and pleasure, her disposition changed instantly. She smiled in the pretty manner of Gallentean woman, the pleasant shape of her mouth accentuated by carefully applied lipstick.
"I don't think we've met. Why don'tcha sit down so we can get to know each other better?" She indicated the seat next to her, currently being used by a frail-looking Intaki. The Intaki looked at the woman, looked at the bulky Minmatar and then looked for somewhere else to sit.
The Minmatar leant forward, cradling the woman's back with one powerful hand as he whispered into her ear.
"I want you to come with me to the alley at the back."
She hesitated for a moment, the smile threatening to leave her lips, before regaining her composure.
"I know," said the male, before making his way towards the exit. She slipped off the seat and followed him with quick, short steps.
The alley was dappled with pools of light, interspersed with darker patches where the tube lights fitted to the walls had fizzled out and not been replaced. The sultry Gallentean leaned slightly against the hard wall of the bar, the sizeable Minmatar standing directly in front of her, kissing close. Cradling her finely featured face in his rough hand, he whispered to her:
"I have something to show you."
"I betcha do," said the woman suggestively.
His hand slipped down and he pulled out his impressive weapon a sleek, handheld laser pistol. He lifted it so the barrel aimed at her chest.
"It's set to kill," he lied.
"Bu-but what?" she stammered, losing all semblance of composure and suddenly looking very much like a frightened little girl. "Is it
You want money?" She started to fumble in her purse, looking for the few ISK she had.
"Your pimp," the Minmatar said in his ever-steady voice.
"G-Goltran?" she stammered. "He wants you to kill me?" A strange calm descended on her as she realised the futility of her position. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. In a microsecond she accepted her fate, a sense of tranquillity enveloping her.
"Where can I find him?" the Minmatar asked, breaking through her composure again.
"Oh! He uh, he lives
Here, I'll show you
" She started to walk but a huge hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back easily.
"Just tell me, I'll make my own way there."
She told him. He put the pistol away, causing the tubular bulge to re-emerge in his trousers. From his other pocket he drew out a small data chip. "What's your name?" he demanded.
"Your real name."
"Cliestra," she half-mumbled.
"Take this, Cliestra," he said, offering her the chip. "It's for a bank account in Luminaire. There should be around a quarter of a million in it. The access code is one-three-three-seven. Move away from here, move away from this life. Do it now."
She took the insignificant-looking chip and held it in her small hand. She stared at it. This tiny thing represented a fresh start for her, a chance to make her life what she wanted it to be and not what it had become.
"Thank you " she started, but the Minmatar had already gone.
Goltran's door shattered with the force of the small explosives that had been used to break it down. The apartment was dingy and infested, yet it was still too good for its inhabitant. Goltran himself was 'crashed out' in the middle of the floor. The minor explosion interrupted his drug-induced sleep and he raised his lolling head just in time to see the huge boot before it slammed into his ribcage.
The Minmatar grabbed him by his hair and jerked him up.
Goltran struggled to get up, ineffectively fighting the effects of the narcotic and the powerful intruder.