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2/10/2016 2:45:29 AM
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He sat at the bar just as the clock switched over to PM. The afternoon had begun.
A single shot sat before him.
Across the way the bartender hummed a tune and quietly treated the wood bat. There was a rowdy group a little ways off at a table and another several people playing pool.
The seats next to the loner at the bar were open. Maybe it we still to early for him to have his shot.
(Open)
English
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I walk in and sit next to the man. "Hi."
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"You're late." His voice is like a rack over gravel. "Order something. We have to get going."
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"Didn't know I was here for something." He smirks, and orders a glass of Rum. "Where too?"
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"You only need to know what is happening one second at a time." He takes the shot and gently places the glass back down. An exquisite amount of control in every movement. He never looks at you. "Alright, tell me what do you look like?"
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"Well, I'm pretty skinny, so much that i appear muscular. I have light grey eyes. Long, wavy dirty blonde hair. A clean shaven face. An angular chin with small cheekbones and a normal nose.
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He chuckles. "Should shave your head. Maybe you'd look a little meaner. As it stands I'll have to do all the work myself." A pause and deep breath before he finishes with. "Are you ready?"
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"For what?"
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"Pfff this." The man swings. A solid from down under punch directed straight to the young man's jawline. The punch could have taken any Adam's apple flying. The bartenders eyes widened and he leaned against the bar in complete surprise. The rowdy group hadn't noticed, but those by the pool tables fixated their eyes on the potential brawl about to begin.
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He stumbled back as his eyes widened. "WHAT THE -blam!-, MAN?!"
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The man stood a full 6'5". He had an old school military haircut and a massive vertical scar that reached into his hairline making his eyes two different colors. But that's not what mattered. He punched at the young man a couple of times driving him back towards the rowdy bunch. The poor light shrouded his age, as the pool players began to yell fight and take bets. The bartender peeked from behind the bar. The man reached out to grab for a through and quietly said. "It's our cover, get these two groups to fight so I can grab something important off of them." Suddenly he raised his voice. "Freaking trash FED!!!" A right hand reached for the young man's arm as the left went for a leg.
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The young man smirked and nodded. "TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!"
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The grin changes to a menacing appearance as the man swings again and follows with an uppercut. No more words as the pool players converge. They root for the Fed, but as their voices rise the rowdy lot turn their attention. Rebels. Unhappy that their own has no back up they enter the fray. A lone chair crashes on the head of one pool player and suddenly the entire bar becomes a massive pit of punches, broken furniture and blood. The man stealthily falls into a rebel and grabs a fed to throw him. The motion clears a way to a back door, obviously a way out of the ever increasing mess. The bartender can be seen calling for security. As his attention is taken the man sneaks out and beckons you to follow.
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He follows the man quickly and unnoticed.
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The man slips down through the alley way with ease before making his way to a rooftop. There he waits. Whatever items he stole hidden on his person. He crosses his arms as the absent moon casts a darker shadow over the evening.
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"So....what now?"
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"Now? You make a choice. You're game kid. It's a good thing, and a bad thing. What we did back there won't go unnoticed. In fact, just this talk is wasting precious time." "How good are you with code?"
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"I consider myself above average."
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"Then you have a job. Don't worry about the pay. It'll be more than enough, if you don't die... Or aren't caught." The man walks over and touches your shoulder. A transporter enacts on a ship and the two are beamed up. The ship orbits the planet. It is cold and lifeless inside. Smooth and modern, but eerily without any character unless bland it's a character. The furnishings are simple at best. "You can call me Carter." He begins walking towards control.
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"Alright, Carter. Call me Ethan."
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"You only need to know what is happening one second at a time." He takes the shot and gently places the glass back down. An exquisite amount of control in every movement. He never looks at you. "Alright, tell me what do you look like?"
