Going Under: Hold Your Breath

Part 6: James

James stepped inside the car to find two "exotic" girls surround a guy. Their hands rubbing his body up and down, James knew what these girls were up to. He's a professional theif, they were not.
"James...James, I can't believe that its actually you," the guy said. His untrimmed facial hair wrapped around his face. He could've been homeless for all James knew, but he's not, the guy's a druglord.
"Yeah its me, in the flesh," James replied. He rubbed his hands over the car seats. Leather. Cupholders. Ash trays. A candy wrapper thats been there for two days. A cigarette still lit lay in the ash tray. A half finished bottle of vodka rolled on the floor as the car drove away from the parking lot.
"So how do you know me? Mr.TKO," James replied asked. His fists slightly clenched.
Mr.TKO chuckled, "are you fuckin with me? You're James, you're a legend in the criminal world. Remember what happened at the Bank of America? Man they didn't even notice you walking to the vault. Youre a ninja," Mr.TKO said with admiration all over his face.
"Thanks. Now i have a fan. Ok let's get back on track. Why am i in this car...the hell do you want from me," James asked. One of the girls carefully slid 100 dollars out of Mr.TKO's jacket,
It fell into her purse.
"Ah, right to the point. I like you already. I mean i already did. But right now i can tell that you mean business. Not a lot of people like you in this world," Mr.TKO said.
Silence.
"Right ok, i need you to go to lake Lanier and steal a hard drive for me," Mr.TKO said.
"Uh no, after this little chat is over, I'm going home," James said.
"No you crazy fucker," Mr.TKO laughed. He playfully threw a pen at James, who caught it with great speed.
"Holy shit. It really is you," one girl remarked.
A hand landed right across her face, leaving her red with a hand print.
"Did anyone tell you to speak? You know what get down in front of me. Suck my dick," Mr.TKO ordered. The brunette went in front of their boss and began to blow him.
"On the fourth of July, i need you to go to Lake Lanier, there's someone there whos taken something that belongs to me," Mr. TKO said. He motioned for the blonde girl to come towards James. He shook his head, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Thanks but your services are not needed here," James said with a smirk plastered across his face.
He knew fuck well that if he was alone with this chick, he would've fucked the shit out of her. James is a pervert guys, not the creepy touching kids perv type. Just a porn watching kind of guy....
"Ugghh what a gentleman...James," Mr.TKO laughed.
"Yeah ok anyways Lake Lanier...what time should i be there," James asked with a blank face.
"6:00 pm sharp....ahhh there ya go straight to the business.....beat straight through the bush on that one.. Any-,"
"Ok I'll be there to steal it from that whole specific location. I'll scan everything....return with a hard drive." James said.
The car began to move, James with lightning speed whipped out two guns in both of hands each...
The car screeched to a halt.
"Now what's my reward for all of that Lake Lanier shit....my price isn't cheep." James said. His eyes grew dark. His aura was death.
"Ok. That was dramatic....fuck De Caprio..you're better," Mr.TKO laughed. "But your reward is to feel again....to feel like a human," he continued.
James' guns disappeared.
"a deal it is then," James chuckled.
He opened the car door and stepped outside.
Mr.TKO grunted as he said this he busted his load all over the brunettes face.
The car drove off leaving James back at the same Walmart where they picked him up from.
"Fuck," James whispered.