Jack
was sitting at the table. He was at the house of his dad and the
table was in the kitchen. After some time he lighted the cigarette
and stretched his back a little bit. His blue suit was a bit small
and he felt not really comfortable in it.
He
already had waited for some time and also he knew that the time for
the meeting had not come yet. He was thinking. He had time for this,
but he knew that his clock would come to it's end in near future, so
thinking wasn't the worst activity for the moment.
He
thought about those weird circles, about world of determinism about
his own prison where he had no choice and had to do all those stupid
things by someones else will, and that there would be no end to this
if this meeting would fail.
Oh,
no he would not so stupid, like last time. This time he would talk to
the stranger and would try to break the circle, avoid those stupid
killings, this time he would fight for his life for his freedom.
Jack
turned off the main road and drove down a narrow lane. Almost there,
he thought. He had driving all night and was trying not to fall
asleep at the wheel. 20 minutes later, he parked in front of an old
wooden house by a river.
Nobody
had lived in this house since his father died and Jack thought he
would be safe here. For a while, anyway. He got out of the car and
looked around. The sun was already rising behind the old house and
the birds were already singing in the trees by the river bank.
He
opened the boot of the car and took out a small backpack and a brown
leather briefcase. Seeing the briefcase again made Jack think about
what he had done in Chicago the previous evening and he wondered how
long to wait before it was safe for them to leave the country. Jack
walked up the wooden steps to the front door and lifted up one of the
plant pots on the porch. Underneath the pot was the front door key
that he had pt there last time he was there. He unlocked the door and
went inside.
The
room was just how he had left it three month earlier, before he had
gone to work as a security guard at the Chicago Bank. He smiled to
himself. The plan had worked perfectly. He walked into the kitchen to
make some coffee. A man in a dark blue suit was sitting at the
kitchen table. He was smoking a cigarette and had been obviously
sitting there for some time.
"Hello,
Jack," said the man.
"What's
in the briefcase?"
"Take
a look for yourself," said Jack.
He
put the briefcase on the table and pushed it towards him. The man
opened the briefcase and looked inside.
Bright
yellow light erupted from the inside of the briefcase and filled the
room. It casted weird shadows on the mans face, he was amazed and his
lips bent into smile. A second after he laughed out loudly and
weirdly.
"Jack,
you obviously outdone yourself," said the man closing the
briefcase. Shadows and smile disappeared from his face and he looked
serious now. "You've completed your part of the contract, now I
should do the same," the man slowly put his right hand into a
jacket pocket and only now Jack saw small bright red dot nervously
moving on the man's chest.
The
next moment, before Jack could do or say anything there was a sound
of broken window, the man at the table was thrown to the was, he had
fallen on to the floor and Jack saw blood on the mans back.
When
Jack crouched on his knees to the man he was already dead. Jack
searched the jacket and found the ring, silver ring with the biggest
ruby he saw in his life. He put the ring into the pocket, reached the
briefcase, closed it and crawled to the back door.