FEAR OF THE KNOWN
3rd August.
Sharun, scared after last night's incident , goes to Rameez's house to meet him.
Rameez takes Sharun to his basement.
In the Basement.
Rameez's basement had a small bar on the left side. The walls were painted yellow and had three hanging lights in the centre.
'Peter. I'm worried about what will happen next.' said Sharun, addressing Rameez as Peter.
'Stop calling me Peter.' Rameez shouts.
'Last night, someone tried to kill me and now, you want me to keep calm and worry about your fucking name?' shouted Sharun.
Sharun cont'd 'I don't give a shit about it. I'll call Peter not once, not twice, but a million times. Peter! Peter! Peter!'
Sharun yelled the name. Rameez stomped towards Sharun. He pushed him on the wall and chocked Sharun.
'Don't try to be smart. You'll die coz of it.' said Rameez and loosened his hold.
Sharun fell on the floor, coughing.
'I'm afraid of the wolves. They'll kill us.' said Sharun, in a low voice.
'If he spoke spanish then, either he is playing a game or, he is not a wolf. There might be big fishes in this lake' said Rameez, by narrowing his eyes.
'Yes. That's what I'm talking about. We don't even know who our enemy is.' said Sharun, clearing his throat.
'I don't care who our enemy is. I reached here, swimming through this shit. I don't care if there's a wolf or an illuminati or any other society formed in the fucking 80's, 90's or whatever.' shouted Rameez.
Rameez went to the bar, took a bootle of vodka and made a drink for himself.
' Why do you want them all? Fifty is a big target. ' asked Sharun and walked to the bar, close to Rameez.
Rameez made a drink for Sharun and pushed the glass towards Sharun.
'I know bringing the other twenty-five is risky but, I don't want them to get in the wrong hands.' said Rameez, by taking a sip of vodka.
'Okay.' Sharun sighed , agreeing with Rameez.
'Are you still watching the kids? I don't want any mistake from your side?' asked Rameez.
'Yes I am. But, all of them are wearing a fucking mask of being too good. It's to hard find a rat.' said Sharun, by finishing his drink.
'We got a lot of time. In time, their masks will fall off and we'll get our filthy rat. Fill it's pie hole with money or whatever they want and bring the others to me.' said Rameez.
Sharun nodded.
Rameez made another drink for them.
*Cheers*
They finished the drink and left the basement.
Same day, at night
A French man name Victor Martin was sitting in the hotel. He was enjoying his cuisine when a man, wearing an oversized green t-shirt comes to his table.
'Bonjour, Victor' said the man.
Victor was happy to see him. Victor gestured him to sit. The man sat across the table.
'Arthur. Did you find who killed my man?' asked Victor.
Arthur started sweating.
'Sorry, Victor. I-I tried my best but, could find anything.' Arthur stuttered.
He saw Victor's face, he was giving a tight-lipped smile.
'Roberto's body was dumped in the swamp and it was the cop who found the body. So, I had some limitations.' Arthur murmured.
Victor looked at Arthur, balling his fists. Arthur realized that, Victor was angry and he will hurt him.
'Please, Donne moi une semaine. I'll find who did this. Je promets. ' begged Arthur.
Victor smiled.
'Crying like a pig. If can't can't keep your word, I'll make sure you'll get slaughtered like one too.' stated Victor.
Sharun, scared after last night's incident , goes to Rameez's house to meet him.
Rameez takes Sharun to his basement.
In the Basement.
Rameez's basement had a small bar on the left side. The walls were painted yellow and had three hanging lights in the centre.
'Peter. I'm worried about what will happen next.' said Sharun, addressing Rameez as Peter.
'Stop calling me Peter.' Rameez shouts.
'Last night, someone tried to kill me and now, you want me to keep calm and worry about your fucking name?' shouted Sharun.
Sharun cont'd 'I don't give a shit about it. I'll call Peter not once, not twice, but a million times. Peter! Peter! Peter!'
Sharun yelled the name. Rameez stomped towards Sharun. He pushed him on the wall and chocked Sharun.
'Don't try to be smart. You'll die coz of it.' said Rameez and loosened his hold.
Sharun fell on the floor, coughing.
'I'm afraid of the wolves. They'll kill us.' said Sharun, in a low voice.
'If he spoke spanish then, either he is playing a game or, he is not a wolf. There might be big fishes in this lake' said Rameez, by narrowing his eyes.
'Yes. That's what I'm talking about. We don't even know who our enemy is.' said Sharun, clearing his throat.
'I don't care who our enemy is. I reached here, swimming through this shit. I don't care if there's a wolf or an illuminati or any other society formed in the fucking 80's, 90's or whatever.' shouted Rameez.
Rameez went to the bar, took a bootle of vodka and made a drink for himself.
' Why do you want them all? Fifty is a big target. ' asked Sharun and walked to the bar, close to Rameez.
Rameez made a drink for Sharun and pushed the glass towards Sharun.
'I know bringing the other twenty-five is risky but, I don't want them to get in the wrong hands.' said Rameez, by taking a sip of vodka.
'Okay.' Sharun sighed , agreeing with Rameez.
'Are you still watching the kids? I don't want any mistake from your side?' asked Rameez.
'Yes I am. But, all of them are wearing a fucking mask of being too good. It's to hard find a rat.' said Sharun, by finishing his drink.
'We got a lot of time. In time, their masks will fall off and we'll get our filthy rat. Fill it's pie hole with money or whatever they want and bring the others to me.' said Rameez.
Sharun nodded.
Rameez made another drink for them.
*Cheers*
They finished the drink and left the basement.
Same day, at night
A French man name Victor Martin was sitting in the hotel. He was enjoying his cuisine when a man, wearing an oversized green t-shirt comes to his table.
'Bonjour, Victor' said the man.
Victor was happy to see him. Victor gestured him to sit. The man sat across the table.
'Arthur. Did you find who killed my man?' asked Victor.
Arthur started sweating.
'Sorry, Victor. I-I tried my best but, could find anything.' Arthur stuttered.
He saw Victor's face, he was giving a tight-lipped smile.
'Roberto's body was dumped in the swamp and it was the cop who found the body. So, I had some limitations.' Arthur murmured.
Victor looked at Arthur, balling his fists. Arthur realized that, Victor was angry and he will hurt him.
'Please, Donne moi une semaine. I'll find who did this. Je promets. ' begged Arthur.
Victor smiled.
'Crying like a pig. If can't can't keep your word, I'll make sure you'll get slaughtered like one too.' stated Victor.
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