Barry Berkman

Part 22

It had been about three weeks after seeing Barry. I had done one more hit for Fuches, having to kill a Prime Minister who was visiting from Indonesia. So far there hadn't been any repercussions, to me anyways. Fuches and I had been talking a bit about Barry and Fuches seemed to be holding something against him. Every time I brought up Barry, Fuches would immediately find something rude to say. I didn't want to bother him about it because he also seemed slightly disappointed in himself.

A few days later, Fuches had asked me to meet up with him over coffee at a cafe. I arrived at the cafe and we both ordered cappuccinos. We talked a bit about the hit and then got down to business.

"So what's up? There must be another reason why we're here." I said.

"Well, to tell you the truth, it's about Barry." He said, sighing and slouching in his seat. I sighed too. Here we go again. I thought to myself.

"What about him?" I asked. He thought carefully before saying,

"Did you know he's in an acting class?" I nodded and he continued. "Well I was in trouble with someone and Barry came along and confessed to the murder of, um, my friends friend. The guy busted Barry and he was really upset with me and I felt like I let him down." He stopped talking and I processed all of what he had just said.

"And so what do I have to do with this?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess I just needed to blow off some steam." He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee before saying,

"Anyway, the guy blackmailed Barry into doing something which I guess didn't go as planned and something clicked in Barry to not trust me or something."

Oh. Okay, I get it now. I thought to myself. Fuches was using me to get information from Barry. I chuckled and looked down at my coffee.

"Nope." I said.

"What do you mean nope?" He asked.

"I'm not doing this, Fuches. I'm not going to try to be a double agent for you because you don't know how to handle arguments and anger." I looked back to him and he glared at me.

"I don't want you to be a double agent, I want you to talk to him. Let him know, I'm not mad at him. Please." He said.

"Barry is my friend and I'm not letting you ruin our relationship for yours."

I put five dollars on the table and got up to leave. Just as I did, he said,

"I know you like him."

I stopped dead in my tracks at that.

"I don't like Barry."

"Oh sure. Nope because people who don't like each other, definitely don't go to each other's plays and get cake together." I went wide eyed as he finished speaking and slowly turned around.

"Fuches, if you do anything to mess up my relationship with him, you are dead. You hear me? Dead!"

I said the last part a little too loud and some of the other people around gave me a weird look. I didn't care though, no, I didn't care at all. I just knew Fuches had crossed into enemy territory.