Post by Mr Kuzchida/The Sixth on Jul 29, 2018 11:19:54 GMT -5
*The scene opens at a shipping yard in the dead of night, piled high with huge shipping containers of varying colours. The sound of the ocean from harbour. Just outside the open door of a rusted red container, Mr Kuzchida is talking to two middle eastern men in suits.*
"All accounted for I assume? I trust you have not disappointed on quality THIS time?" Mr Kuzchida scouls, inspecting some paperwork on a clipboard.
*The camera follows as Mr Kuzchida walks into the container to find it is fully loaded with dozens of 200 litre barrels. He unscrews one of the 2" lids and peers inside with a pocket flashlight.*
"Ahhh yes, this one at least seems passable.... Deal." He says, pulling out a gold plated pen as he walks a few meters from the container, "but because of the low quality last time, I will pay you HALF our agreed price." He concludes, signing the paperwork.
"With all due respect Mr Kuzchida, that's.... not going to work for us. We agreed ten million U.S. Dollars." One of the men protests.
"And I paid you ten million for five millions worth last time. I will pay you five million this time, and mercifully forget the transgression." Mr Kuzchida responds sharply.
"Perhaps you didn't hear him properly, old man..." says the larger of the two men, moving toward Mr Kuzchida, "That's not gonna work for us." He continues, reaching into his jacket as if going for a gun.
"I had rather hoped we could work this out without any.... unpleasantness..." Mr Kuzchida sighs as he turns his back to the men. "He is here too, you know?" Mr Kuzchida smirks, causing the larger man to stand down immediately as a look of dread washes over his face. "Shall i call to him? He would LOVE to make your acquaintances" he continues, reaching for the thick gold chain around his neck...
"N, n, no no, that won't be necessary, f, f ,five million is fine" stutters the smaller man, his voice cracking with terror.
*Mr Kuzchida pulls the gold chain around his neck out from his shirt and lightly jingles the set of keys that are attached to it.*
"Fuck! RUN!" The larger man shouts.
*Both of the men start to run in the opposite direction, Mr Kuzchida shouts something in an unknown language and heads back to the open container. Blood curdling screams are heard as we see into the container, a human hand can be seen feeling around the tiny opening of the open barrel from the inside, just as Mr Kuzchida slams the door closed and walks away. The screen fades to black amidst the anguished cries and Mr Kuzchidas cold chuckle*
"All accounted for I assume? I trust you have not disappointed on quality THIS time?" Mr Kuzchida scouls, inspecting some paperwork on a clipboard.
*The camera follows as Mr Kuzchida walks into the container to find it is fully loaded with dozens of 200 litre barrels. He unscrews one of the 2" lids and peers inside with a pocket flashlight.*
"Ahhh yes, this one at least seems passable.... Deal." He says, pulling out a gold plated pen as he walks a few meters from the container, "but because of the low quality last time, I will pay you HALF our agreed price." He concludes, signing the paperwork.
"With all due respect Mr Kuzchida, that's.... not going to work for us. We agreed ten million U.S. Dollars." One of the men protests.
"And I paid you ten million for five millions worth last time. I will pay you five million this time, and mercifully forget the transgression." Mr Kuzchida responds sharply.
"Perhaps you didn't hear him properly, old man..." says the larger of the two men, moving toward Mr Kuzchida, "That's not gonna work for us." He continues, reaching into his jacket as if going for a gun.
"I had rather hoped we could work this out without any.... unpleasantness..." Mr Kuzchida sighs as he turns his back to the men. "He is here too, you know?" Mr Kuzchida smirks, causing the larger man to stand down immediately as a look of dread washes over his face. "Shall i call to him? He would LOVE to make your acquaintances" he continues, reaching for the thick gold chain around his neck...
"N, n, no no, that won't be necessary, f, f ,five million is fine" stutters the smaller man, his voice cracking with terror.
*Mr Kuzchida pulls the gold chain around his neck out from his shirt and lightly jingles the set of keys that are attached to it.*
"Fuck! RUN!" The larger man shouts.
*Both of the men start to run in the opposite direction, Mr Kuzchida shouts something in an unknown language and heads back to the open container. Blood curdling screams are heard as we see into the container, a human hand can be seen feeling around the tiny opening of the open barrel from the inside, just as Mr Kuzchida slams the door closed and walks away. The screen fades to black amidst the anguished cries and Mr Kuzchidas cold chuckle*
