Gandhi said - Manliness consists not in bluff, bravado or lordliness. It consists in daring to do the right and facing consequences whether it is in matters social, political or other. It consists in deeds, not in words. Well I was about to throw my manliness to rabid dogs.
I parked the bike about a mile from the casino in a backwater alleyway, I stood shaking from head to toe staring at the gun in my hand, adrenaline was pumping though my system, my heart was pounding and I was sweating like a pig as the realisation of what I had just done hit me. I moved the gun around looking at it, I'd never even held a gun before, was it loaded? I knew from films, they did something to the gun before firing it, but more than that, not a thing. I pointed it into the air and squeezed the trigger slowly, flinching and closing my eyes I pulled a little harder....nothing...was it empty? was it broken? At this point it didn't really matter, I stuffed the gun into the back of my waistband and pulled my shirt over it. As I walked towards the casino I actually started to calm down, I thought about what I was going to do walking through every moment, every word and every gesture in my mind. I walked into the main reception and up to the concierge, "Mr Brown, I'm here to see..." Before I could finish he pointed to the managers door in the corner. I stood for a while outside listening, I could make out 2 voices coming from within. Now was the time, I pulled the packet of notes I had taken from Martins bike and held it in my left hand, reaching behind me I pulled the gun out out with my right, I gently tapped on the door with the barrel if the gun.
As I expected one of the new bosses goons opened the door just a crack, I pushed the barrel of the gun against his chest at the same time forcing my foot into the door jam. "Back up!" I said quietly but forcefully, "hands where I can see them." I continued as he backed into the room with his hands slowly raising above his head. I knew he was dispensable so I spun round and pointed the gun at the new boss, he was a huge fat sweaty man, I walked behind him pushing the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. "Now" I said calmly "this is what is going to happen." I threw the bundle of money on the desk in front of him, "this is yours." I said "I recovered it along with several kilos of green from one of your runners." I paused to give him time to respond, "ok" he said, in a lot calmer tone than I would of liked. "I say recovered," I continued "because by now, if I hadn't of stopped him, he would have been half way across Europe with your money and weed, now I don't know about you but I think that deserves a reward, don't you?"
He picked up the money and threw it at his goon who caught it and started to look closely at it, after a few seconds he spoke, "Martin." He said. This confused me, how did he know that? The boss stood up and walked to the drinks cabinet, pouring himself a drink he started to talk, "2 things, Mr brown." He said sipping a big glass of whiskey, "1 we mark all our payment cash, I mean we don't want it back in the casino, it's dirty, and if it does turn up we need to know where it's come from and 2 the safety is still on your gun." As he said it his goon pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. My mind was racing, I needed a way out and it had to be good...
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