The Secret History Of The Golden Horde - Worldbeater by MJ Cruz
“When you first learn it’s all an illusion it really scares ya…” Chase said while lifting the shot glass to his lips. He threw it down quickly as the patron three chairs down moaned, “Jesus Christ, that’s just what I needed…A drunk friggin’ Socrates!”
Chase tapped the empty glass on the glass covered bar top and held up two fingers at the bartender.
“That’s really deep…”, slurred the cute little goth chick next to him. She leaned clumsily on his arm and exhaled whiskey and nicotine laced breath. “I think we’re all just chillin’ in one of Buddha’s nightmare…”
“That would be a whole lot easier”, Chase said. He drained the two shots as soon as the bartender set them down. “Keep ‘em comin’, bro…”, He rasped. He pulled out a handful of crumpled twenties and tossed them on the bar.
“But when you have the answers, they don’t really like it… especially when you wasn’t asking questions…”
“They…?” Goth Chick asked. She ran a finger along the outside of his ear.
“Yeah…Them, in fact…” He pointed to three leather clad men. The largest, tipped his Yankees cap in their direction, and spit the tooth pick he had been gnawing on over his shoulder. The men separated and moved towards the two points of exit; the door leading to the street and the other which lead to the storage room.
“Very subtle, Chase…”, Whispered an Amazonian brunette who had slid up behind them.
“Wait yer turn, Xena…”, The Goth Chick snapped.
The brunette snapped the Goth Chicks head back and threw her to the floor. Pulling a 9 millimeter from her waist, she placed a stiletto heeled boot on her back.
“And I’d stay down if I were you, honey…”
“They’re coming for you, Chase…”, The brunette sighed into his ear, leaning close enough for secrets.
She slammed the pistol on the bar in front of him, cracking the glass like crystal webbing. She thrust an envelope and several clips into his pocket.
And disappeared.
“Damn!…” He cursed under his breath and jumped over the bar, pulling the bartender down with him.
“What the F…” The bartender growled.
But before he could finish, the shooting started.
“Just remember…none of this is real…keep your head down so you can go home and kiss your kids goodnight.” Chase patted the wide-eyed barkeep on the head and winked.
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