Haddix sat in his leather recliner as he fiddled with his laser pointer, pondering how he could allow such a failure to occur. He realized that without him, his whole plan was in jeopardy. He turned his chair around to face his expensive African Blackwood desk.
Across the desk was a man in a black suit. His eyes were shielded by his aviator shades. He seemed to have a lot on his mind; only mustering enough focus to stay attentive.
Haddix began,”Rumor has it that you have a lot of experience in your field. Am I not mistaken?”
The man responded,”Yes. I can do what you want, if you are willing to pay up...” He had a slight British accent, which ironically, added to his shady persona.
“Deal. Whatever you want. I just want him alive. Not dead- ALIVE. Do I make myself clear?”
He grinned and nodded. The man stood up and walked towards the door.
“Wait! How should I refer to you?”
“Scar,” he said plainly. He opened the door and walked through the threshold, loading his handgun.
Across the desk was a man in a black suit. His eyes were shielded by his aviator shades. He seemed to have a lot on his mind; only mustering enough focus to stay attentive.
Haddix began,”Rumor has it that you have a lot of experience in your field. Am I not mistaken?”
The man responded,”Yes. I can do what you want, if you are willing to pay up...” He had a slight British accent, which ironically, added to his shady persona.
“Deal. Whatever you want. I just want him alive. Not dead- ALIVE. Do I make myself clear?”
He grinned and nodded. The man stood up and walked towards the door.
“Wait! How should I refer to you?”
“Scar,” he said plainly. He opened the door and walked through the threshold, loading his handgun.
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