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

"Where the fuck did you pick him up Shiela!? Pirates Are Us or
Assholes Anonymous!!!?" attacked Zlik with his irate attitude aimed
directly at Shiela.

"Good-bye Zlik" was her only monotone reply as her grin turned
sour and she retreated towards the bar, walking behind her man.

"Oh, fine, walk off with a nice good-bye babe! Hey, don't forget
your beer belly bozo here bitch!" yelled Zlik not moving from his
position. His attack was still muffled by the crowd around them. No one
paid any attention to quarrels like that, anymore.

Giving a daring glare in her direction, his neck was violently
grabbed by Shiela's lover.

"She picked me up at Mogul, you shitty piece of street slime. How
do you feel about that, Dick!?" Zlik's eyebrow's raised instantly at the
thought of what he was in now, just in time for a double sided dagger to
be thrust into his stomach by his adversary. His mouth dropped open
and his eyes shut from the pain. His body almost being totally supported
by the hand still clenching his neck, making his breathing more
difficult. The knife twisted in his side and his brow furrowed more until
all he could do is scream out in pain. The crowd around him began to
notice the action, but it was too late. His back began to arch and his
knees started bending slowly as the life drained out of his body, staining
his shirt, and began to form a reflective puddle on the floor underneath
him.

"MOGULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Zlik, thrusting his right
elbow outward. An old fashioned quick release snubnose appeared in his
palm and directed itself towards the chest of his killer. Four shots were
fired before his body crumpled to the bloody wooden floor, his right arm
sticking straight upward with the gun still resting in his palm. He was
soon followed by his killer to the floor. His leather armor lined jacket
not enough against good old Teflon II coated ammunition, bringing him
down nearly on top of Zlik. Their blood staining each other's body. The
crowd going silent momentarily to see who was involved this night
while the bartender called the cops, then resuming with the normal
discussions of the evening. Another night, another death. Pretty
normal for nighttime in Philly, or any major city for that matter.

Shiela slowly made her way to the entrance and existed alone,
mingling with a few others who didn't want to be around when the cops
showed up to collect the bodies. Nemesis, too far away to do anything but
watch his friend die, and hear the gunshots at the last moment, kept and
eye on her and followed her out of the establishment. He'd met her a few
times before, but never really got to know her. He never really liked
her in the first place. Trusted would probably be a better word. Now he
knew why. Mogul on the other hand meant something, something very
serious. Mogul was a gang that ran a last year and tried terrorizing