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Eloquent Books

Loot

ByD.G. Mattichak jr.



Copyright 2010

All rights reserved - D.G. Mattichak jr.

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the permission, in writing, from the publisher.

Eloquent Books

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Durham, Ct. 06422

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ISBN: 978-1-60911-723-8

Printed in the United States of America

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Chapter 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1

Chapter 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7

Chapter 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13

Chapter 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19

Chapter 5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 27

Chapter 6 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33

Chapter 7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43

Chapter 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 53

Chapter 9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59

Chapter 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 67

Chapter 11 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75

Chapter 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 85

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Chapter 1

The deep thump-thump of a car’s sound system stopped

suddenly as the sleek blue sedan slid out of the sparse evening

trafc. The car had come to a crisp halt outside of a glassed-in

block of apartments that reected the overgrown city cemetery

in the orange glare on its windows, and a moment later two

young men stepped self consciously out of its front doors. After

a blip from the car’s security alarm the two young men walked

quickly across to the heavily frosted glass security entrance,

chose the appropriate button and then stood patiently waiting

for a response as an empty orange tram rattled past on its way

back to the suburbs, mimicking the spreading glow of the warm

night’s dusk.

The pair were both young men, in their early twenties,

and wore oversized, loud sports clothes bearing brand names,

baseball caps pulled down over their brows and large white

runners on their feet. Both had warm olive skin with dark eyes

and hair and one of them wore a thick gold chain around his

neck with a heavy pendant shaped as a dollar sign that hung in

the middle of his chest and bounced as he walked. The other

one carried a dark grey briefcase that looked out of place in the

hands of the two youths.As they waited the two men continued a conversation that

had been going on in the car on the way there. “Mate,” said the

one with the chain, “Bruce Lee would kick the shit out of Jet



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Li., He was real, fuckin’ great man! He didn’t need no wires to

do his kung fu shit!” he added with a ourish of karate chops in

the air in front of him. His partner, the smaller of the two, whocarried the briefcase looked at him and smiled thinking of how

easy it was to wind up his friend and was just about to bait him

again when the intercom came to life and a laconic voice erupted

from the speaker with a disinterested “Yeah?” The man with the

briefcase stood next to the speaker and said more loudly than

necessary “It’s Ali and Mamoud man, let us in.” He had tried

not to sound cryptic and so only increased the suspiciousnessof his tone, making him shufe nervously as he waited. The

door unlocked with an audible buzz in answer, admitting the

two young men into the apartment block and Ali felt relieved

as he pushed the door open and let big Mamoud go in past him

before following his bodyguard up the narrow stairs with the

case clutched tightly in his hand.

As they reached the door of the rst oor apartment Ali

turned to his friend and said seriously, “No more of your Bruce

Lee shit okay Mam?” and mumbled “dickhead” under his breath

as he tapped on the door. After a moment the door opened to

the limit of its brass safety chain and a scrawny young Asian

guy with bad acne peered out through the crack. “It’s just us

mate.” assured Ali upon seeing the familiar eye at the door and

the voice inside answered familiarly “Yeah, it’s cool, come in.”

The door closed briey and the two heard the sound of a chain

being slid back before the door opened more widely to admit

the two visitors into the darkened interior. Behind them the

door snapped shut again with a click of its lock. As they walked

across the living room of the small apartment the sound of the

chain being slid back into place preceded the return of their host

who gestured to a stained velveteen couch and a couple of old

vinyl kitchen chairs indicating that they should sit.On the plush couch was seated another young Asian guy

almost indistinguishable in appearance from his cautious friend.

He was watching a large television that occupied most of the



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wall opposite to the lounge and the sound of screams issued from

it in surround sound as the cheap and unexceptional slash ick

played darkly on its screen. “Hi Kevin.” said Ali as he sat on thecouch next to the viewer. “G’day Ali, I suppose you’re here for

the gear?” replied Kevin eyeing the briefcase that Ali had placed

carefully on the oor next to his feet. Ali nodded and Kevin

rose and wandered across the room to a door that led to a small

bedroom and disappeared inside. After a few minutes the sounds

of drawers sliding and cupboard doors banging went silent and

Kevin yelled “Fuck Xi! Where did you hide the shit this time?”Xi glanced embarrassed at the two visitors and said “Hang on a

sec’ dudes.” and followed Kevin into the room.

Ali and Mamoud sat waiting nervously on the couch together

scanning the dingy apartment’s bare walls and inspecting the

small piles of empty take-away containers that belied the transient

nature of the at’s tenants. After a few minutes of mufed

arguments in a staccato Asian dialect Kevin and Xi reappeared

and placed ve large zip lock bags of white powder onto the

coffee table in front of the two Lebanese. “This shit is the best

shit anywhere.” announced Xi with a broad businessman’s smile,

as Ali slipped one of the bags open and poked his pinky ngertip

into the contents to extract a taste. Making a face as he pulled the

nger out of his mouth he said “That tastes terrible man, it must

be good shit.” grinning widely and glancing towards Mamoud

to indicate that he was pleased with the merchandise. Ali pulled

the briefcase onto the coffee table next to the bags and opened

it to reveal several bundles of neatly bound bank notes which he

started taking out of the case and stacking on the table in front of

Kevin. “I’ll take all ve kilos at the price we said on the phone,

okay Kev.” said Ali atly, suddenly all business. “Cool!” replied

both Asians almost simultaneously as Ali slid over the cash and

started placing the bags of white powder where the cash had beenin the case. Meanwhile Kevin had undone one of the bundles

and was busily counting twenties and fties, keeping track as

he went by whispering a running total to himself. Ali smiled at



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him and said “Don’t worry Kev, it’s all there.” To which Kevin

replied that the weight of the powder was certainly correct too,

but he was “gonna check anyway.” Xi and Mamoud had settledtogether on the end of the couch and were staring at the television

screen with identical vacant looks on their faces, mindlessly

absorbing the over-indulgent violence on the screen.

Just as Kevin had re-wrapped the rst bundle of bills and

was reaching for another bundle of notes a loud crash from the

front door of the apartment caused all four heads to snap around

in unison. Before any of them could move two dark gures burstinto the small at, towering over them, and brandishing viciously

sawn off shotguns. The intruders were dressed identically in

long black-blue woolen overcoats worn over khaki colored

boiler-suits. Both were disguised by novelty rubber masks, one

of John Howard and the other of Saddam Hussein. ‘John’ waved

his gun menacingly over the four young men while ‘Saddam’

quietly pushed the front door closed after a quick glance up

and down the hallway outside. “You cunts don’t move!” barked

John Howard as Saddam came in and gathered up the bundles of

money and put them into the case with the drugs. Behind them

the front door of the at had blown open as the security door

downstairs had been opened and Ali, seeing a route for escape,

jumped up in a blind panic and headed for the door.

The ash of John Howard’s sawn-off shot gun briey lit the

darkened room as he blasted Ali in the back, knocking him off his

feet into the now blood-spattered wall next to the door. Kevin had

been crouching beside the table and as Ali made his dash he had

done a similar bolt and in a remarkable display of agility from such

an apparently sedentary fellow, he threw himself headlong through

a sliding glass door at the end of the room. Seeing Kevin’s lunge

for freedom Saddam wheeled around and red both barrels at once

blowing the glass out of the doors. Kevin landed among the shardsof glass on the balcony outside with a crash of plastic furniture and

rolling onto his feet, jumped up and over the edge, and disappeared

into the long shadows of the warm evening twilight.

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