Cigar Briefcase

09/07/2008
Mr.Vonnegut
H. English 2
Right in the eye
I crumpled the frayed section that read "Pier 27". It was still warm from sitting in my pants pocket for a couple of hours. I looked up a sign which has been soiled beyond the threshold of mold encrusted. This was the place. I came to the door handle rusted and twisted until I saw a saw a peak of light from the corner of the room. He was a man. He was sitting in a rocking chair in brown with his wet boots piled atop his desk office dirty brown when I'm in. a burst of brown fat cigar smoke parted his lips and his eyes were hidden by a hat driver black cab. When he heard the creak of the rotten door, he raised the cap from his head revealing a black stubble, black as a chimney sweep face. "Yes?" He asked, showing his yellow teeth soaked in vile smell of nicotine.
"I'm here for the money." Tell me. He squinted cat green to me and he extended his arm in a brown briefcase, which was smothered in dust and soot. He slammed on the table .
"Listen, Sonny Boy." He says with a smile. He began to exploit his fingernails dirty on the towel and told me to sit down. "I hesitated but I was on a mission to get that money. "You want money? Tell me a little of Mr. Seth Arthur. "
"Sir, you must have me confused with someone else, I do not know Mr. Seth Arthur." I do not know why this man was my father brining the matter, he had given me a simple mission. Get money and leave, no questions asked, no strings attatched. "Listen, enough of this nonsence, why not just hand over the briefcase of yours?"
"Do not talk to me like that son, you know who is due to Mr. Seth Arthur is he sputtered. I did not talk about my father, he was probably the most profound con man in the whole region, and he had made a fortune off his delicate manners. It was he who sent me this mission first. "Now, speak, or I'll have to make things more complicated for you, and Mr. Seth Arthur." He pulled a silver pistol from his jacket pocket and was in the eye. I fell a little, now I leaned on the door frame dirty. I was scared, actually frightened. But I noticed something about the man in front of me ...
"You're bluffing, loose. You can not kill me if you want, I defy you to try" I spat. His hand began to tremble on the trigger and let him go. The pistol silver tinkled on the floor and the man fell back on his chair. I knew he did not fire, it was too loose. He could not even keep a straight look at holding the gun to my neck. You know a man seriously when he can watch his victim square in the eye as it rotates. Second of all, it was all the ammunition. Just trying to scare me by saying what he wanted, perhaps? I slowly reached into my pocket and hesitated. No, I will not shoot this man. I had never taken a life before. And I did not start to get somebody who could not even defend themselves. Yes, he knew a little too much for my father and me, something that could possibly stab us in the back in the near future. But I have not seen this man as a threat. How could it be smart if he pointed a gun without ammunition? I got up, brushing the dust from where I was sitting on my pants, took the dusty briefcase full of money from him and set my fingers around the towel Handel.
"Hey, where are you going with this suicase," he cried.
I turned, I have a delivery for Mr.Seth Arthur. "I smiled as I walked through the still night black. I knew he would not come from me anyway. What would he do with an empty gun? Try to scare me again?
I came off the pier and on the sleeve.