(Cowboy Bebop) Like The Guy From That One Movie?

Part 2:The Deal

Tony ran his hands through his thick, black, curly hair as he blew out one last puff of the carcinogenic smoke in his lungs. One of his underlings, a new guy whose name he hadn't managed to learn yet, tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey boss, it's almost 1:30. We better be on our way or we're going to be late for your appointment."

Tony had zoned out to the point where he had completely forgotten he was with a very large group of very shady looking people. He looked at his associate and then looked back at the beautiful sky. He felt the heat from the sun on his brown skin.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that. Do we really have to go? I mean, how important is that meeting honestly? Have you seen how beautiful it is out here today my dude?"

Tony's underling had a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you feeling alright boss? Something seems different about you today. You're not as serious as usual."

Tony looked at him with a large smirk.

"Life's too short to be so serious all the time. You've gotta enjoy it every now and then. It's a beautiful day out man. What's your name kid?"

"I'm Vicente. I'm sort of new to this whole thing."

Tony let out a short laugh "Yeah, I could tell from your demeanor, kid. Don't be so serious. You don't have to call me boss or sir or any of that. You can just call me Tony. We're all friends here."

Vicente looked at him and smiled. "I've heard that you were a pretty cool cat but I wasn't sure if it was true. You're a lot more nice than you appear."

"A smart man said to never judge a book by its cover." Tony said as he reached for his lighter to spark up another cigarette.

"Well, Vicente, how about we get going to that meeting you were talking about? I mean, I suppose it is sort of an important event. Plus, it's probably not a good idea for a man with a bounty on his head to be out in the street."

Vicente and Tony get into their vehicle and begin to proceed towards their destination. Vicente gets in the driver seat and Tony rides shotgun.

"So how many of our guys do we have with us?" Asks Tony while letting the smoke flow from his nostrils.

"We've got four other vehicles with us and each one is at full capacity, sir." Vicente says while watching the road intently.

"Come on Vicente, I told you that you didn't have to call me that. Just Tony is fine."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry si-, I mean, Tony. I'm just not used to it yet."

Tony and his large group of gangsters arrive at their destination. An old run down warehouse. You know, the kind where they would do drug deals and such. A big cliche. Outside, in front of the entrance is a very large man. He's dressed in a gray suit with a black tie. He's got a pair of larger sunglasses that take up a good portion of his face. Behind him is what seems like a militia. A group of men armed to the teeth with automatic weapons. This didn't bother Tony of course. He didn't go anywhere with out his own Arsenal. Every man in his group had there own weapons as well and everyone of them was a trained killer that had no problem eliminating any opposition without a second thought. As if it were by instinct. Tony walked up to the man, Briefcase in hand. Three more of his men where carrying briefcases as well.