Going Under: Hold Your Breath

Part 8: Ezekiel

"I didnt know that Halloween was in the middle of summer," an older man said with an icy tone in his voice. His face was aging, badly. He looked frail, and looked like death was coming for him. Hed be easy to hurt in a fight, but his voice and attitude told a different story.
"Your guys tried to jump me. So i did what was necessary," Ezekiel said.
"What guys? My guys are right here," the man said. He pointed to three young adults.
Two women, one guy.
Ezekiel looked them up and down, he twitched, but not a noticeable one. Something's off about the guards, Ezekiel said to himself.
"Well whoever those people were in that bathroom are,-" Ezekiel said.
"I know I know, they're dead. That's why i like you, no survivors," the old man laughed.
Ezekiel stared at him. If there's one thing that Ezekiel hated, it was being interrupted. Normally He'd threaten anyone that cuts him off but doing it right now would be bad for business.
"Here's your cut," Ezekiel snapped, barley holding in his anger. He tossed the old man a brick shaped package of drugs. It landed on the man's lap.
The old man coughed, Ezekiel put his bookbag on a glass table.
One of the guards quickly grabbed the bag and dumped its entire contents on the floor.
"Paranoid much," Ezekiel asked one of the female guards.
"Nervous much," the other female guard snapped at Ezekiel.
The atmosphere grew tense as Ezekiel got ready for a fight.
"Hey get your dogs before i put them down," Ezekiel said to the old man.
"All of you need to calm down," the old man ordered. He picked up the three fat wads of Benjamins, that fell out of Ezekiel's bag.
"Besides the next job that i have for the four of you will make us beyond rich. So no fighting," the old man said.
Ezekiel eyed the male guard, he was on his phone. Weird.
"The four of you will go to Lake Lanier and kill a well known hitman. Nobody hasn't been able to do it. The people that have tried has either died or gone missing. You guys down," the old man asked.
The two women nodded, the male guard nodded his head.
"What happens if we bring him in alive," Ezekiel asked.
Silence.
"His name is Logan Wilson and you will not be able to bring him alive. Let him have a second to kill you and he'll take it. Kill him or be killed by Wilson," the old man said.
"What does he look like," the male guard asked. "Never mind, I've got him on my tracker," he continued. The guard held up his phone to a wall and a huge hologram covered the VIP room walls. A satellite image of Logan appeared in a matter of seconds. He was smoking a cigar and smoking a cigar in his parked car. It was on the edge of a massive abyss. Logan was looked like a 70s bad boy. Leather jacket, ripped jeans and a scar across his face.
"Damn," the old man said.
"I know right," one female guard said, her face blushing.
"Ok anyways what are you guy's names? I'm pretty sure the author of this book is tired of addressing you guys as, 'the old man or female guards and male guard," Ezekiel said.
Everyone looked at him with confusion on their faces.
"What author," the old man asked.
"Ah never mind. But seriously what are you guy's names," Ezekiel asked.
"Annie," a female guard said.
"Nate," the male guard said.
"Like nate dog," Ezekiel asked.
"What," Nate asked.
"Nothing. Carry on," Ezekiel said.
"You're a little south of normal. Anyways my name is Dandi," the last guard said.
"And you," Ezekiel said turning to the old man.
"Bond. Bond James," the old man said.
"Well my name is Ezekiel. And of course there's no book about me which is unfortunate. But now that we're acquaintaned, lets go find Logan," Ezekiel said. He walked out of the room.
"Where the fuck did you find this guy," Dandi asked Bond.
The guards walked behind Ezekiel, leaving Bond alone in his VIP room. Asshole.