posted on Aug, 24 2009 @ 12:15 PM
Skyler awoke to the sound of roaring motorcycles pulling up to his front yard. His company had arrived, and they were ready to christen his new
place. He stood up from the couch as his front door was knocked open by jacketed bikers toting cases of beer. The party was about to begin.
They hung out and talked well into the night. A bonfire was lit in the backyard and they took turns throwing wood and garbage into it while they
laughed about the old days. It was then that Skyler overheard something that really ticked him off.
"What do you mean, a secret meeting?" He enquired of Sunshine. A burly big fellow who had just let the cat out of the bag. "It's nothing really,
just some old m-fer's getting together. Probably about cash reserves or something, dude it's nothing really." Skyler could tell by his demeanor
that he didn't mean to mention it. So he played along. I mean how many times had he reached out to their King to enquire about what to do with
those vampires that killed their brother? Now he was going to London, to snuggle up to them. He was livid.
"Your probably right. Can you imagine being there? I'd go nuts having to sit through that. They suck dude!" He began laughing and grabbed
another beer as he expertly changed the subject of the conversation. When he was sure everyone had forgotten, he went inside to the bathroom and
pulled out his cell phone.
"Pablo, it's Skyler, how you doing?" Skyler called Pablo. He was a drug kingpin from Columbia that Skyler ran security for on a couple of his
deliveries to and from the country. Not that Skyler needed the money from him, he did it for the fun of it. The money was just gravy on a paid
vacation for him.
"Listen, I need one of your jets fueled and ready go by the morning. I have to get to London and there is no other option for me." Skyler was
trying to talk quickly so no one else would suspect anything.
"Skyler, this just isn't possible. Do you know what's involved my friend? Let me make some phone calls and get back to you." Skyler knew that's
what he would say. He could feel his blood pressure rising and envisioned ripping his throat out.
"Do you remember that squad of policeman that they found on the tarmac in Columbia Pablo? Do you remember how I took care of them for you? Do you
remember how all the other drug lords respected you after that? Well they will look on that event as a friggin kid's birthday party compared to what
they will find at your slimy compound if you don't do this. Do you understand me Pablo? I will come for you, and I won't be bringing presents. Do
you friggin hear me?" Skyler's voice was deeper now and he could feel the rage boiling his blood. He meant every word. He meant every word and he
would follow through on his promises, oh he would certainly follow through. Skyler almost found himself wishing that Pablo would test him.
"Hey, Skyler, I didn't say I wouldn't did I? Look, you are a good man and I will help you." Pablo answered carefully and nervously now. "You
know where the gate is at the airport. You be there at seven in the morning. My newest and best leer jet will be fueled and at your disposal. My
best pilot will be there to take you wherever you need to go. Really, Skyler, please calm down my friend. I will help you as you have helped me. We
are friends after all. Aren't we?" Pablo was waiting to be reassured but was presented with a dial tone.
Skyler went back to the bonfire with a fresh beer and a smile. He would be sure to be at the airport at seven. He couldn't let anyone know about
his trip. He would keep that a secret. He began formulating an excuse as to why he wouldn't be around for a couple of days.