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Michael McBride · (12-18-2019)

Michael found himself in the office of Galina Yahontov. Which just so happened to be in the five star hotel she owned. Galina wasn't a mere hotel owner but a Russian mob boss, the hotel was of course a front for obvious reasons. Normally you didn't want to find yourself in this office, more often than not. You didn't leave this room alive but this was about a job and Michael had known Galina for some time now. He used to deal her guns. Not to the Russian mob but for her and her people. Most of her men were former soldiers from the Russian military that served along side her. She herself being an ex-Spetsnaz captain. The joke was Galina Yahontoy could start World War Three, some people believed it. Michael, didn't know, nor did he care. She was a friend, a friend that needed a favor.

Michael sat across from Galina's empty side of the desk. She was taking care of some business, Michael didn't mind, he knew she was a busy woman and he wasn't in any rush. He wasn't going be meeting up with anyone til around 9'oclock p.m. He had all the time in the world. The Irishman wonder what sort of favor he was going to be asked. He hoped it at least wouldn't be boring. That's all he could ask for and knowing her, it wouldn't be. Michael turned to face the door when he heard it open. In walked a woman, wearing a low-cut business suit and thrown over her shoulders was her military greatcoat from when she served. A single ice blue eye scanned the room for her guest, her left eye was useless, she had lost it in a black ops mission. Galina wore an eye-patch to cover up it up. Michael rose from his seat to greet her, they both shook hands and soon were seated across from one another.

"Sorry about that. You know how it goes."

"No need to apologize but if you don't mind me asking. What kept you?"

Galina rolled her eyes."Someone is selling drugs without permission and they are being very annoying, they are being very careful, but they will slip up, they always do."

"I'll have to agree with you there, I'm sure you'll find them but what was it you wanted? I don't wanna keep you if you got your hands full."

"Straight to the point, I like it. The thing is, I need someone taken out. I'd send my own people but as you know, bit tied up. So I was wondering if you could do the job. I'll pay you for your time of course. I don't care how you kill him, I just want him gone."

"I'm doing good on money, you could just owe me one. Fair?"

Galina smiled and nodded. Michael knew having someone like her owe him one was worth it's weight in gold. Sometimes it was better to ask for a favor back than money. In the criminal underworld, a favor was worth a lot.

"I can agree with that. So here you go." She handed Michael file on his target. He opened it and just looked at it for a moment and nodded. He would read back at work. Michael rose from his chair and shook her hand again.

"I'll get it done tonight or tomorrow. Depending but the person is good as gone. You have my word."

"Thank you. That takes some weight off my shoulders. Give me a call when it's done." She said before Michael turned and left the office. If she had a file on this person, he could get it done tonight. She already knew everything about the target, which was good. That's 99% of the job done. Now all he had to do was figured out how he was going to kill the mark. There were so many ways to do so, from car bombs to guns and everything in between. Right now, he had to get back to work. He did have a match coming up and he wanted to be ready for it.

"I have to say, I didn't see me having to face off with my best friend Gilmour but it was bound to happen. I'm just hoping that I see the Gilmour we all know he can be. You know the one, the thirteen time Xtreme champion. Yes, I know Gilly. You've been up and down and that's okay brother. I don't want you to hold back. I want you to come at me and everyone else with all you got and if you lose, you lose, fuck it. Just kick some ass. I mean, I can't say I want you to win, because well I want to, duh. I'm going to kick your ass and everyone else. That's all there is to it. Thunder fuckles and Jimmy boy, don't mean a God damn thing to me, but you Gilly. You get up off your ass and come fight me. You know what you can do. I know what you can do. Everyone here knows what you can do and what you have done. You were Universal champ. So start acting like it. You got it? Fuck yes you do."

"Fuzz.. I will admit I don't know much about you, other than you're from back in the day of years gone by and all that shit. You're the champ right now and really that's all that' matters to me. I don't what you done in the past, that's there for a reason. I've done shit too, oh boy. What I care about is taking that belt away from you, kicking your ass. That's it. What else am I going to do? Win, that's what. I get it your sick cunt and you're someone's wannabe dad or some shit. Blah blah blah. I'm taking away what you have already done, that's in the books. I just don't care about it. So when I come out of that pod, all Hell is going to break loose and in the end. I"ll be walking out the new champ. That's the way I see going down. Fuck you."

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