Ruthless Intentions Essay, Research Paper
Ruthless Intentions
David Pagel
C.W. 1st hour
Corrections
Fiction Story
Ruthless Intentions
Wall Street, June 18, 1999. A man in dark sunglasses and an
expensive sleek Armani suit stands on a gloomy corner waiting. A
golden Benz with black tinted windows stops at the curb. Another
man dressed in similar attire calmly steps out of the back seat of the
car and shots the man on the curb repeatedly. He than just as calmly
steps back into the car and the golden Benz darts away in one swift
motion.
Chicago, June 19, 1999. Mr. Green sits on top of a giant skyscraper in
his beautiful executive office. He is smoking a Cuban cigar in his big
leather chair with golden trim. The same man who shot the man on
the street walks in and takes a seat.
“The job is done,” said the man in a bold voice. Mr. Green does not
react. He fills his mouth with smoke, leans forward, blows it into the
man’s face and than slowly leans back and says, “Then where is the
briefcase?”
“He didn’t have it with him,” said the man in a shaky voice.”
“You fool!” screamed Mr. Green.
“I couldn’t help it, he didn’t have the briefcase!” retorted the man.
Mr. Green replies, “Understand that if you don’t have the briefcase in
forty- eight hours you are not receiving fifteen percent of the money
and I am taking 100 percent of your life.”
Wall Street, June 17, 1999. A man in dark sunglasses and an
expensive Armani suit walks down the street. In his right hand there
is a briefcase. His fingers are clenched tightly around the handle.
In the shadows lies a po
briefcase for some spare change. The man with the briefcase, under
his breath replies, “Get a job.”
The beggar hears this and replies, “What did you say?”
“Nothing!” says the man with the briefcase. The beggar than takes
out a knife and holds it to the man’s throat. The beggar grabs the
briefcase and takes off down the street. The man darts after him but
trips on a dog that is being walked by his owner.
Chicago, June 21, 1999. Once again Mr. Green sits in his office
smoking a cigar. He took a long look at his diamond laced Rolex
watch. In walks the other man who shot he man on the street. He
takes a seat with a dark look on his face.
“So, where is the briefcase?” Mr. Green asks.
“I traveled to New York but I was unable to locate the briefcase,?
replies the man with a scared voice.
“You have no idea how much that money meant to me do you? Well,
let me tell you how much it means to me, all of my life there has been
one major goal and that is money! I would walk over my own mother
just to get to it!” Mr. Green than slowly opens a drawer from his
desk. He than pulls out a nine-millimeter pistol and shoots the man
several times in the chest.
Mr. Green put the gun back in his drawer. He than takes a long drag
of his cigar, blows it out then he picks up the phone. He hits
ninety-nine on his 100 button speed dial system. After several rings,
an elderly woman answers. Mr. Green says in a calm voice, “Mom,
both of your sons, my younger brothers dies in a car accident today,?
he then hangs up the phone before the long horrifying shrieks can be
heard.
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