Chapter 3: Standoff

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The car pulled up on the curb.

"This is the bar?" Tori asked.

"Yep." Paula said.

Tori looked at the building. The wooden exterior made it look like a classic pub, but the inside contrasted with the old look. TV's showing various sports matches drowned out any noise. The three walked up to the counter and sat down.

"What'll it be."

"Give me a Heineken." Tori said.

The bartender slid over the bottle as the door opened. The man entered and sat next to Tori.

"You have the teleporter?"

Tori pulled the invention out and laid it on the counter.

"You have the money?"

"Oui."

The man placed a briefcase up on the counter.

"Seven million in British Pounds." The man said. "I hope you are satisfied?"

Tori opened the case. Inside, laid in neat rows, was the money. She slid it over to Paula. The man stared with sudden fury as he reached for something in his jacket.

"I'll have my associates count it." Tori intervened, grabbing the man's arm. "If it's all there, you'll get what you asked for."

The man contemplated. Finally, he retreated his arm back to his side.

"D'accord."

Paula and Patricia started counting the money as Tori took a sip of her beer.

"So what do you plan on using this for?"

"I'm planning on charging a fee to go anywhere in the world." The man said. "Like an instant travel salesman, you know?"

Tori nodded.

The door flew open. Three men came in brandishing assault rifles. The Frenchman raised his hands.

"You traitor."

Tori knew the all familiar voice.

"Vlad, buddy!" Tori said, grabbing the invention and backing towards the back.

"Cut the crap, Tori." He said as he stomped closer. "You played me dirty."

Vlad raised the golden gun.

"Now I'm going to kill you."

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"Thanks again, uh..."

"Matilda."

"Yeah, Matilda." Johnson said. "We'll give you a call if you win."

"I can't wait!" Matilda said excited.

Johnson strutted outside, where Hansen was waiting.

"You got her number?"

He showed the paper proudly.

"Played her like a fiddle."

"She bought your whole story?"

"Yup. Even the giveaway part."

"Well, due to your technicality," Hansen said with dismay. "Drinks are on me."

Johnson started celebrating until they got to the bar.

"The door's locked."

Hansen looked through the window.

"I think somethings going down in there..."

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