Simon and Jacquie sat in stiff leather and steel chairs across from each other outside of
Gillingham's office. The receptionist in the corner leaned over her
cell as she texted. Jacquie stared at Simon. Simon stared at the receptionist,
whose visible tattoos on her hands and neck made her look like she belonged on
an internet website that caters to non-conformity beauty.
Suddenly, the cell phone in the
receptionist's hands buzzed. "Mr. Gillingham says he's ready for you two now,"
she called out.
The pair entered Gillingham's office.
The surroundings shifted dramatically from the waiting room to the office; the
boys stepped onto black marble tile that made every footstep echo. The metallic,
abstract art in the corners were the only things aside from Gillingham and his
desk inside of the office.
"MY BOYS!!! Jacqueline Bloom and Simon
'Corpse-maker' Refing!" Gillingham shouted from behind his desk. He wore a
large smile across his even larger head which, coupled with a thin tuft of
fire-red sweat slick hair, made him look like the Devil himself. "SIT DOWN! How
did it go?"
Simon and Jacquie looked at each other.
"Well, Boss," Simon started to say.
"Uncle Dreedrick!" Someone suddenly
called out.
Looking behind them, Jacquie and Simon
saw what looked like an alternative rock star and an old man, both dressed in
the same suits as Simon and Jacquie.
"Jason? Wilhelm? What is the meaning of
this sudden intrusion?" demanded Gillingham standing up behind his chair.
The tattoo clad receptionist fumed
behind the intruders but when she saw an even angrier Gillingham she quickly
turned around and went back out the door.
"What is Wilhelm "War-cry" Collins doing
with Gillingham's nephew?" Simon whispered.
"I think we're about to find out."
The odd pair stood beside Simon and
Jacquie.
"The shipment, Uncle, it just got real
fucked up," announced Jason.
"What are you talking about?"
The old man, Wilhelm, stepped forward,
"Dreedrick, our assignment, we failed you my friend. I failed you."
Gillingham's angry face melted away, "I
still have no idea what you two are talking about."
"Dreedrick, three days ago you ordered Jason
Madinger and me to seize a shipment of weapons coming in on the bay. The
shipment was forged on the manifest and you needed us to get them out before
the guard checked it. You wanted me to take the kid to help show him the ropes,
get him ready for gun bearing, make his mother, your sister proud. Something
got real fucked up. A fire broke out on the boat. The boat sank, along with all
the hardware. We're sorry."
Gillingham took his time as he looked at
every man's face, "So?"
"Sir?" Wilhelm said.
"I had insurance on all the cargo. Is
this what had you all worked up? Go on, get out of here! Can't you see I have a
meeting? More important things are going on right now!"
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