Rebel Iliya Poe AKA (RIP)
Want to deal with a ghost?
The air was humid and the night darker than normal or it could be the fact that he was in the bowels of hell for this outing. He watched his’ back and knew he was getting close after all once word hit that RIP had made it planet side it was simple…find the worst part of the planet, then go to the worse bar in that area…the kind the authorities will not even go to…then ask the bar tender for a RIP. Took three bar but I finally found the correct one. The outside of the bar smelled of urine, metallic, coppery smell and the sweat of occupants from the past to make for what can only been a gag on first whiff smell. The inside smelled clean but looked like a dive. I sat cautiously on a bar stool and a bar tender missing an eye asked for my order. Here goes nothing, I’ll have a RIP, I heard myself say for the fourth time of the night trying to sound normal and neutral in tone. Now I get to wait. The stories had been many but the reputation held true that this RIP is one of the few willing to take a job of this nature, which is why my boss wants them. Some say RIP was ex-military gone bad, based off the stories I was thinking more a merc or past affiliations with organized crime. Lost in thoughts I don’t see the drink arrive..a purple black concoction with the consistency of tar and a light smoke from the dry ice trickling out arrives. I take a sips and feels the surprisingly smooth liquid work its way thru my system and into the stomach at which time I feels like I was kicked in the stomach and I gag some. After a hour of waiting and another drink a very big guy shows up..his physique looked like a moving building with arms and legs heading toward me. This cannot be RIP…this guy hair was jet black, and his brown eyes were so dark that they might just as well have been black too, and he was BIG…really BIG, just shy of HUGE. I was looking for a master thief who can kill when need be not a thickheaded nethanderal…this guy is not what I’m looking for and my boss will hurt me if this goes wrong. In a voice that sounds more animal than man the guy says hear you have a job for RIP…I’m here for the details. I spoke slowly, as if I was stupid and before I could stop myself told the building with legs.. I don’t talk to irrelevant go betweens…well I never finished my barb and I had lived a good life was my last thought as a fist planted itself into my face. when I awoke the few people that had been present before I had my nap had left and the living building was left sitting in a booth with me…good u awake, “Listen, I’m not going to argue with you about this, so want to try again…what is the job and note mouth off again and I walk over u on your way out of my bar. “Most of the time, what you see doesn’t matter. It’s what you don’t see that’s important I looked back briefly to see no more than 3-4 other ppl in the bar…old men, a lady of the night and the bar tender. So in hushed tones I stated, you’ll like this one as I provided the details of what my needs were and who the victim of the thief would be. He leaned forward once he heard the name “Martelli” and put his’ arms on the table to not miss a word. Then he stood to get a drink and asked if I wanted another, while I waited knowing he was weighting if he wanted the job. Once at the bar Gideon asked for a drink in normal tones to the bar keep but whispered to the old man sitting on the stool…“Listen. We’ve got a new one, and I want you to drop everything else until you’ve got this taken care of. Go until I get the details to you.” When the walking, talking building came back I asked what the price would be and how soon can I know if the job would be taken by him. He handed me a napkin that provided me a price and stated job started now. I looked at him and verified by asking are you sure you can do this…of which he just stared at me and took another drink of his beer, so I agreed to the price and as I stood I asked where we should meet after the job is done. He shrugged his’ shoulders and smiled real big and real disturbingly before stating RIP will contact me with a location once I make payment, he was just the middle man…at which time I noticed the door close but I still only counted the original patrons of the bar minus one…a old man. What an idiot. It was crazy of me to think RIP would come out and meet me in person. Shit this guy had been cover for the real RIP…I raced outside but not knowing who of the few people I saw I was looking for made things that much harder… give it to them they are smart. After all I was warned only people RIP trust know who the individual is and all others deal with a ghost.