Steve Jenkins walked out of the room inside the cave. The room was very dark, with dim light coming from a light bulb hanging off the top of the roof. The cave was big but only had a desk and a few chairs in there. The extra space just faded off into the darkness. As Steve left the cave u turned left and followed a long, bendy underground tunnel. the tunnel was about 200m long. His only light supply was a torch and he had to pray it didn't run out of batteries. There were spiders and many other bugs crawling around the cave, the light the only thing keeping them away. Steve was nervous. He didn't have a plan, he didn't know what Dave meant when he said "do what you have to do". Steve had powers though, he knew people. He was an authority figure. His company had a lot of money.
Finally Steve came out of the tunnel and was greeted with heavy sunlight blaring down on his face. He flinched and turned away. His eyes weren't accustomed to the summer sun. As his eyes adjusted to the light he started making his way down a long track with descended to the bottom of the mountain there headquarters was based at. Every time he had to walk up or down the long hill he thought how ridiculous it was. A headquarters halfway up a mountain in the middle of Iraq. He shuddered. He didn't like Iraq despite the fact his company was a largely successful one and he was known and liked by many locals deep down he knew he didn't fit in. He was tall with short blond hair. He had a long face with big blue eyes. He looked nothing like the locals.
When Steve reached the bottom of the mountain he took a minute to get his breathe back. He looked around and saw a few guns fire. He guessed they got them from his market down south a little. Probably his mates Almah and Twamaja shooting them in fact. They said they had something planned today. He could tell it was something odd by the way they smiled. Steve made his way to the highway which was 1 mile east where he would meet up with Almah and Twamaja who would drive him to the airport. He called them when he was making his way down the mountain. He made sure they knew it was urgent. They weren't going to go off the highway though, they were scared off the area around this mountain. It was habited by rival gangs. Steve wasn't worried though. He supplied these people behind Almah and Twamaja. In fact Steve had markets all over Iraq - He supplied almost every gang with their weapons. Steve was annoyed they wouldn't come to the mountain. It was 32 degrees Celsius and the last thing he wanted to do was walk 1 mile across virtual desert.
After 25 minutes, he reached the highway and sure enough 2 minutes later Almah and Twamaja showed up.
"Steve! How is it going?"
"Good thanks mate. Can we get to the airport as soon as possible please?"
"Oh, sounds urgent"
"It is."
Deep down Steve knew it wasn't, but the quicker he got the job done the less he got yelled at. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do though. The Tasmanian board loved him. He needed to take drastic measures. He thought for a moment but it didn't take him long to decide.
"How would you boys like to come to Tasmania?" Steve asked smiling evilly.
Almah and Twamaja smiled back. They had a feeling something bad was about to go down. And they wanted to be a part of it.
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"Good evening boys. My name is Steven Jenkins"
"Yes, we know. How could we not know the name of Jenkins?"
"Yes yes I know."
"So why have you come all the way to Tasmania to see us?"
"Well Boony, I need you boys to do me a favour. Being the selectors and all, you have the power."
"Go on..."
"Sack Coll."
"Why!? He's done well so far."
"The fans don't like him too much."
"Who cares!? It's about how the team performs!!"
Steve didn't want to come to this, but he had too.
"Look, the truth is, your a bunch of inbreds."
"Piss off!!"
"It's true. Our job at the Tasmanian headquarters is to make the club look less inbred."
"Get out of our office Jenkins!"
"Fine. I didn't want to do this but it seems I must. Almah! Twamaja!"
Almah and Twamaja came storming in with masks and machine guns.
"These 2 are Iraqi terrorists. They've killed more people then you have on COD."
"Sh1t. I've killed over 10,000."
"So have they... But in real life"
"Hey I've got 15,000 on COD. Whats your gamertag?" Almah asked.
"Not know Almah!!! Now Boony, what do you say?"
"It's David_Boo-"
"NOT THE GAMERTAG! Sack Coll"
"I'm not so sure...."
"I'm powerful. I have lots of money. How much do you want? 1 mil? 2 mil?"
"Wait wait. Are we really inbreds?"
"YES"
"Sh1t that's rough. I'll take 2 mil thanks and Coll is gone."
"It's a pleasure doing business with you."
shocking performance mate, you needed to do a hell of a lot better haha
that;s just a surprise in it'self.
Looking forward to it!
