Sean Troy
Sep 22nd, 2002, 05:58:18 PM
Troy was checked at the door as per useral,so far he had not checked out the new Yoghurts Bar and grill and to be frank it looked at first glance to be one of those places that stank of law enforcement and Jedi,so groups he would rather stay well shot of.But today seemed a nice quiet day that coppers woulden't come snooping around Troys trench coat looking for more evidence of the white powedery stuff and other drugs, was not exsactly a nice thing to be strip searched by a 40 year old fat cop.
He made it to the bar and took a seat on a empty stool without glancing or looking around at anyone, he only spoke when the barman came to ask for his order and then he fell quiet again this time his eyes scanning the room for any sort of police activity, from what he saw no one but the crowed was to dense so he couldent make out much, he was sure some snoopy pest would twart he evening off...he just knew it..the last job he did he knew somone would be looking for the killer...hell the guy was pushing up daisys like lifting weights...it was a class A murder its not like it would be forgotten in a while he could assure himself of that.
'Wisky..one the rocks and make it snappy...i aint got all day' he snapped at the barman with a nasty look in his eye. 'Nothing like a good wisky...ohhhhhhhhhh yeah!' He smiled feeling a bit more confident.
Troy brshed a hand through his thin hair and looked around again before his drink arrived, he gave a nod and paid what he owed. Fishing inside his inside jacket pocket he brought out a Interlink number of one of his contacts, he spun the carn in his fingers contemplating to call him up and tell him the job was done.
He made it to the bar and took a seat on a empty stool without glancing or looking around at anyone, he only spoke when the barman came to ask for his order and then he fell quiet again this time his eyes scanning the room for any sort of police activity, from what he saw no one but the crowed was to dense so he couldent make out much, he was sure some snoopy pest would twart he evening off...he just knew it..the last job he did he knew somone would be looking for the killer...hell the guy was pushing up daisys like lifting weights...it was a class A murder its not like it would be forgotten in a while he could assure himself of that.
'Wisky..one the rocks and make it snappy...i aint got all day' he snapped at the barman with a nasty look in his eye. 'Nothing like a good wisky...ohhhhhhhhhh yeah!' He smiled feeling a bit more confident.
Troy brshed a hand through his thin hair and looked around again before his drink arrived, he gave a nod and paid what he owed. Fishing inside his inside jacket pocket he brought out a Interlink number of one of his contacts, he spun the carn in his fingers contemplating to call him up and tell him the job was done.