"Chapter2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

"When the hell is he going to get a life and stop being a street
bum!?" complained Slash.

"He's one of the best street informants I've ever known, Slash.
Just get off his back" grumbled a low, direct voice.

She turned around, looking at Nemesis who never had a lot to say.
"Is that so. Then why does he always dress like he's still on the streets?"

"Because he is." With that Nemesis grabbed his coat from the sofa
and proceeded to follow Zlik's exit, never loosing sight of Slash.

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"Don't let her get to you man, she's just bein' a bitch tonight
cause we didn't get what we wanted from Dave" said Nemesis after
catching up to Zlik. His shades were still on even though it was
approaching two in the morning. The two of them walked for a while
and finally made it to the noisy part of town. The bars and joints
stretched for a few blocks and never shut down as long as it was dark
outside. This was the night spot; where everyone came who was anyone,
at four in the morning that is.

"So what happened with the job with Dave?" asked Zlik.

"We took him out well, but Nebulus wasn't impressed with the info
we got from him. I think Nebulus thinks someone's out for us. Hell, it
wouldn't surprise me, that's for sure."

"At least it would make life interesting for once."

"True." They walked side by side down the sidewalk towards there
favorite spot - Black Oil. The only place on the strip that was almost
pitch black dark inside and that served the hardest drinks, only. It was a
nice place. The bar was always packed and the back rooms always full.
It was mostly inhabited by deckers, samurai, informants or people just
there for business. Frankly, the bar wasn't even built to be a bar, but
that never surfaced in conversation.

Zlik was almost as tall as Nemesis, but a hell of a lot skinnier. His
tattered street clothes, long purple hair and terrible street accent set
him apart from his companion. A little harassment from the local girls
and a few psychos that were missing more than a couple of brain cells
made the trip seem normal. The streets were cluttered with garbage and
debris from the riots a few days ago. Most of the street lights were out or
on there way to go out. Most of the cars on the streets had a few bumps
or bruises, many having broken windows or shattered lights. The alleys
were filled with drunken street people sitting in the wall crevices and
dealers making their nightly pay. It might be the summer, but for some
reason the night was a little cooler than normal.