>>5757713>>5757714>>5757715>>5757716>>5757718>>5757726>>5757763>>5757836>>5757928The best trick you’ve got so far to mask your true intentions is to hide them behind a superficial layer of apparent sincerity.
You glare at the man, rightfully angry at him. “Wasn't so hard? I almost got my ass beat the moment I got there because he didn’t like the whole “keep your mouth shut” spiel you told me. That wasn’t to help me, it was to keep your ass covered.”
“Aight kid, stop busting my balls. You want the money or not?” The man seemed a bit irritated but he didn’t question it. You explain that they instructed you to not hand over the suitcase until they got the code, threatening to break your wrists if it came to that. It seems congruent with the earlier threat of violence, so the duo complies. The man in the driver seat, who seems to be the one doing all the talking, takes out his phone and dials a number. Meanwhile, the other, mostly silent accomplice steps out of the car with the intention of checking the briefcase contents.
The silent man produces a small key from his jacket and motions you to lay the briefcase on the trunk of the car, you oblige, without letting it out of your hands. It pops open with a satisfying *click*. Even in the midst of the late hours of the night, the contents glisten lusciously. The inside is filled with, pristine, massive, golden "Big Nuggets" . You can’t make a certain guess at how much would they sell for, but it easily dwarfs the 10k they promised you. Not a second goes by before he closes it shut and confirms to his partner the legitimacy of its content. The slimy man nods and speaks dryly into the phone.
“Yeah, we’ve confirmed our payment. Code is E11090B all uppercase. Pleasure doing business with ya”
He ends the call and suddenly starts to pump his fist into the air, grinning triumphantly. “We did it! We fucking did it! When we failed to get a getaway Abra on time and those Gyakutatsu dipshits started to look for us I was sure we’d run out of luck! But no sir, we pulled this shit off!”
You interrupt his little celebration to demand your payment, they hand the remaining $8,000 without complaint. Filled with unfounded confidence they smile boldly while starting the car. “Catch ya later kid. Those Gyakutatsu couldn’t handle us. The main criminal organization of Silverpoint my ass, they are just a bunch of suckers.”
You can hear the man laughing loudly as they drive off. The sound of the old engine and the dim lights of the vehicle start to fade as they make their triumphant escape. Seconds later you hear something else, the flapping of wings and something flying over your head, larger than most Flying types in the city. You can only catch a glimpse of it as it flies into the night sky, following the men, It looks larger than a human, reptilian, with sharp talons and claws, and you can swear there’s someone riding it.
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