The Company Warehouse

The Arabic man looks up into the rearview mirror and you catch eyes. His are a cold gray color and you realize you’ve seen those eyes before. Suddenly the door locks click and the lock pin slips below the surface of the door. They have been cut off to prevent anybody from opening the doors. Another thing you should have spotted right away, has bitten you in the ass. The gun behind your back presses against you, but you leave it there. The cab is fitted with bulletproof glass, as most cabs are… for the driver’s safety.

You are helpless to escape. All you can do now is pay close attention to the area, the street names, and everything else of significance and hope you can make your 8 o’clock appointment. The cab slows down and turns right. You see a large, old building in front of you. The windows are all broken and boarded up, there is a pale light seeping out between the cracks. A huge garage door slides open with a loud humming noise from inside the warehouse. Once the door has come to a stop the cab creeps into the building.

It is mostly dark inside, but you are able to make out a lot of wooden crates. The abandoned building isn’t what it seems from the outside. Your eyes shift to the lighted area up ahead. There is an old folding table set up with a large assortment of guns and other ammunitions laid out on it. Standing close to the table are three men dressed in suits. Two of which are conversing , while the third stands with his arms crossed at this chest. Then you see a long black limousine further ahead without any lights on. The cab comes to a stop close to the table and the suits, you don’t recognize any of the men. The two that were talking have quit and are watching closely. The third, obviously the larger of the three men, approaches the cab’s rear door. He is a big motherfucker, with a look of pure business on his face. He opens the door and says, “Please step out of the cab.”

With a little hesitation you do as you’re told. You take a quick but detailed look the other two men. They are both wearing similar suits and ties. The man on the left is white and has short blonde hair, he’s clean shaven and has a small scar on his left cheek just below his eye. The other man is black, with his hair in cornrows, and sporting a well taken care of beard. He has one of his ears pierced, and you notice a thick gold chain around his neck. You notice that all three of the men have concealed weapons hidden under huge bulges in their jackets. The taxicab driver has now joined the group and you get a good look at his face. He is somebody from your past, and you’ve had some sort of business with him. You are not sure what exactly, but this man is trouble.

“Please wait here,” instructs the large man. You watch as he leaves the group and everybody is standing there on edge looking at each other. The gun weighs heavy against your back and you have the urge to pull it out to level the odds.