Deception

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I look at the man sitting next to me. This isn't my first time sitting in the back of a police car. The first time was just a misunderstanding. I was at the bar when another guy sat down next to me. I'm a pretty big guy you know, I workout a lot but this guy was enormous. From my angle he looked six foot ten and his shoulders were the size of my head. I'm not short either, I'm six foot but this guy was huge. I looked at him but he refused to look at me. I tried to keep my distance but he somehow always felt just a little too close.

" You look mad. Why?" I spark.

He shifts his massive head towards me. It feels like an earthquake as he turns. He has a short dark beard and a big old beer gut. He wears an enormous trench coat that looks like it's made out of suede.
" I ain't mad, I'm pissed." He says in an echo like deep grizzly voice.

He sounds like a bear mixed with Sam Elliot.

" That... didn't answer my question."

" I just had to shoot down seven of my own men. They tried to do a mutiny." He says.

" Do you have any other men?"

" Nope, they were the last of them."

Maybe I could get a job off of this guy, make some money. No, I can't get in trouble with the law. I thought
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" I'm sorry for your losses." I apologize.

" No, it's fine." He responds.

I stand up out of my seat and I grab the shots I ordered back when I was too stupid to save money. He grabs me by the back of my shirt and pulls me back to the seat and I drop my shots back onto the table.

" I need your help." He says.

" With what?" I ask.

" I have a job, and I need a guy who can make a distraction."

" I'm not into any of that gang stuff so I'm just gonna leave."

He gets a better grip on the back of my neck and he holds me to the seat.

" I don't wanna have to beat your ass in here, because I like this place. Its a safe haven for people like me, and if you wanna walk again then you're gonna work with me."

" You're monologuing all over the place man."

" I'm what?"

" Nevermind."

" So what're you gonna pick?"

" I would never work with a man that doesn't know a monologue is... dumbass."

He slams my head into the tabletop.

" You talk too much anyway."

I then grab all the shots and pour them into his eyes and I smash the glasses into the side of his head. I step off of the seat but I was too late. They had already called the police and I was shoved into a police car. Luckily they let me go because I defended myself. Somehow I felt like I lost that fight. The second time I was arrested was at the same bar. Not the same guy though, it was something else. A guy walked through the doors neck to toe in different types of leather. He wore a biker jacket that had multiple bullet holes in it. His jeans were dark and sparsed with blood and dirt, and his boots were brand new, with celtic knots running from the sides to the back of his shoe. He walks with enormous steps, almost stomping on the ground with each step. He's not that big, or at least nowhere near as big as the first guy. He looks about five  foot eleven so almost as tall as me. He sat down across the bar from me but was always passing glances when I wasn't. I could just feel his eyes on me. He eventually stood up and and walked over and sat next to me. He looks white and he's got a bald shiny head. What makes it worse is he wears sunglasses inside.

" Hey kid." He said without looking at me.

" What." I replied back.

" I got a job, and you fit the description for a guy I need."

" What do you need me for?"

" I need a guy that can make a distraction."

Again?

" I'm not doing any jobs."

" I ain't asking again."

He inches closer to me.

" Get any closer and I'll break every bone in your body." I threatened.

" You've got spunk."

" And you've got crippling retardation, what's your point pit bull."

He scoffs shortly and then he gets back to his point.

" Seriously, you get the job, or you get your knees broken."

" I choose option three, where I don't do the job, and your knees get broken."

He punches me in the stomach and then grabs a glass bottle and breaks it over the countertop. I punched him and when he went to stab me be I blocked it with my hand and I kicked him in the gut and he fell out of his stool. I then ran out of the bar and he never pressed charges against me so the entire ordeal was completely and utterly just punishment from an unloving God. But today isn't just a story to tell to someone because this is the day that God or whoever resides in the afterlife took their life creating hands and suckerpunched me right in the testies. I continue to just mouth off to the officers and the theif sitting next to me. The officer driving is a black chubby woman. She has short hair and a nasily voice. The officer who had beat me has a bleeding nose. She looks like she is just basking in the fact that I'm being arrested. Why does she hate me so much?

" Hey, how long is this gonna take?" I

The cops stay silent.

" So, what's your name?" I ask him.

" Rob, my name's Rob." He replies.

" How fitting."