09-19-2013, 05:10 AM
Peter didn't like this guy, Yuri was his name. He didn't like him at all. He wondered why his uncle wanted him to work for him. Maybe he felt sorry for the kid. No, that wasn't it.
But Peter had no choice. He had to do what he was told, or Uncle Vlad might kill him or worse send him home to live with his parents. That was a fate worse than death.
Their first errand wasn't really an errand. It was roughing up some guy who owed his uncle a lot of money. Peter had the exact amount on a piece of paper, that he was to give Yuri when he got to the door. It wasn't a far walk. The Red Light District housed all sorts of ilk and this man was one of the worst. He was a mooch and even bigger loser than his uncle thought of him.
Three flights of stairs and no elevator, Peter sighed but started the climb anyway. By the third level Peter was huffing. He really hated stairs.
Apartment 307 was what they were looking for, a Mr. Robbie Clementine, a former US citizen too. But Mr. Clementine was on the run for something. Peter was surprised he was still alive after all the people he had supposedly pissed off.
Peter stopped in front of the door to the apartment. "My Uncle said to say this exactly. 'You want to work for me, you need to prove yourself.' Then he gave me this piece of paper." He handed it to Yuri to look at. "You are to get the money, or take it out of his hide, either way he doesn't care. I was told to stand outside and watch out for any by passers and such."
But Peter had no choice. He had to do what he was told, or Uncle Vlad might kill him or worse send him home to live with his parents. That was a fate worse than death.
Their first errand wasn't really an errand. It was roughing up some guy who owed his uncle a lot of money. Peter had the exact amount on a piece of paper, that he was to give Yuri when he got to the door. It wasn't a far walk. The Red Light District housed all sorts of ilk and this man was one of the worst. He was a mooch and even bigger loser than his uncle thought of him.
Three flights of stairs and no elevator, Peter sighed but started the climb anyway. By the third level Peter was huffing. He really hated stairs.
Apartment 307 was what they were looking for, a Mr. Robbie Clementine, a former US citizen too. But Mr. Clementine was on the run for something. Peter was surprised he was still alive after all the people he had supposedly pissed off.
Peter stopped in front of the door to the apartment. "My Uncle said to say this exactly. 'You want to work for me, you need to prove yourself.' Then he gave me this piece of paper." He handed it to Yuri to look at. "You are to get the money, or take it out of his hide, either way he doesn't care. I was told to stand outside and watch out for any by passers and such."