Episode One Continued
Down the street away from all the crumbling tenements, close to the butcher shop, Faux Toad took his leisure, watching the girls walk on by. Kinda short, kinda squat, big wide grin surrounded by a couple of days of stubble, Faux Toad was waiting.
So he is standing there waiting on Geighte to drop off the package. Hard sometimes to keep things completely straight in his head, especially when his head hurt a little due to a slight deficiency in the caffeine flowing in his veins and arteries. Still plenty of times to get something to drink once the items were in his hands. Pass along the news to Geighte as well
Sitting there on a hard metal bench, waiting for the delivery, made it very easy to just relax and hold his head while it was hurting. Rubbing the temples helped just a little bit, but not a whole lot, not a whole lot at all. Drugs would be better, but those will have to wait until he can get back home.
“Damn late,” looking at the watch he had picked off a past client, “Damn late.”
About fifteen minutes later, and a wad of people passing by, a familiar face comes along the street, the crumbling bricks in counterpoint to his rough hewn spectacle.
“Got you a coffee too.” Geighte, well over six foot tall, as slender as a light pool with hair more like steel wool than any natural substance, dressed in cast off LL Bean clothing, sauntered up and handed a styrofoam cup with thin plastic lid, “Fresh as it can be from the corner mart.”
“Gee thanks, glad you could splurge today, so what do you have?” Taking the cup, regardless of how bad it is, coffee does keep the world spinning in space, Faux Toad drinks from it while Geighte gawks about, following a couple of females as they walk down the street away from the two business associates with his eyes.
“Enough already, what is the skinny?” Faux Toad quips.
“Snatch and grab job, goods only, holed up in an old factory down the other dank side of town, gonna take a cart or truck to haul it away, you in?” Geighte hands over the thin envelope with the data included.
Faux Toad checks his pockets, some change and no bills in there, no plastic on him anywhere, “Yeah I’ll take it, hand over the scoop and I am on it.” Pause, “You in also or you good?”
“Yeah I am in, straight up after costs.”
A hand reaches out, thick and meaty, met with a skinny one/
In unison, “Done.”
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
How Faux Toad met Geighte
Down the street away from all the crumbling tenements, close to the butcher shop, Faux Toad took his leisure, watching the girls walk on by. Kinda short, kinda squat, big wide grin surrounded by a couple of days of stubble, Faux Toad was waiting.
He was waiting on the arrival of a package, being hand delivered by one of his business companions, Geighte. The story of how they first met has little to note, save they did meet and became associates because of it.
It was a few years ago, towards the start of winter, just past All Hallows Eve, and with the hint of snow to come in the next few weeks, Faux Toad had taken a simple tail job. Follow a couple of would be hoodlums, see where they went, who they talked to, make reports back to the contact every couple of days, or if something that could be interesting happened to occur.
During the course of the investigations, FT (Faux Toad as some called him) FT ran afoul of a young female that would come to be his biggest competition. In the aftermath of that encounter, while recovering from the deep knife wounds Pyre Rose (Her name based on her penchant for roses and flames), inflicted on his person, he had to ask around about her. The man with the information turned out to be Geighte.
That ended up fine, save for new scars and a dent in his savings to pay for the doctoring, being unemployed FT has no insurance.
Now a few years later, the two worked well together, when the circumstances warranted it.
Down the street away from all the crumbling tenements, close to the butcher shop, Faux Toad took his leisure, watching the girls walk on by. Kinda short, kinda squat, big wide grin surrounded by a couple of days of stubble, Faux Toad was waiting.
He was waiting on the arrival of a package, being hand delivered by one of his business companions, Geighte. The story of how they first met has little to note, save they did meet and became associates because of it.
It was a few years ago, towards the start of winter, just past All Hallows Eve, and with the hint of snow to come in the next few weeks, Faux Toad had taken a simple tail job. Follow a couple of would be hoodlums, see where they went, who they talked to, make reports back to the contact every couple of days, or if something that could be interesting happened to occur.
During the course of the investigations, FT (Faux Toad as some called him) FT ran afoul of a young female that would come to be his biggest competition. In the aftermath of that encounter, while recovering from the deep knife wounds Pyre Rose (Her name based on her penchant for roses and flames), inflicted on his person, he had to ask around about her. The man with the information turned out to be Geighte.
That ended up fine, save for new scars and a dent in his savings to pay for the doctoring, being unemployed FT has no insurance.
Now a few years later, the two worked well together, when the circumstances warranted it.
How Faux Toad met Geighte
Faux Toad is the story of a man, of sorts, and the life he lives.
The character of Faux Toad started several years ago with a single sentence.
How Faux Toad met Geighte.
This is a online sporadically written piece of web fiction. Created simply because I found the Web Fiction Guide website. After browsing it for a while, I decided I had to join it. Which of course means I have to write something for it.
So Episode One starts with the Next Posting
The character of Faux Toad started several years ago with a single sentence.
How Faux Toad met Geighte.
This is a online sporadically written piece of web fiction. Created simply because I found the Web Fiction Guide website. After browsing it for a while, I decided I had to join it. Which of course means I have to write something for it.
So Episode One starts with the Next Posting
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