ooc... Sorry i lost my internet and only just got it back.

The sound of gravel can be herd crunching under the wheels of the pick up. The head lights pick up the tree's as the truck winds along the narrow path. Two men sit in the front of the pick up, one is Jack Killborn the other an unknown man is dressed min black and is carrying a brown nap sack. A light moaning sound can be herd coming from the back of the pick up.

Jack.. Look when I told you to hit him I didn't mean quite that hard, you best hope he can still talk.

Unknown man... Blah blah blah , will you please just shut up for five minutes.

The pick up continues on for about another 10 minutes before coming to a quick stop, both men jump out leaving both doors to the truck wide open.

Jack .. Now open the back up and get him out , and this time don't hurt him to much.

The Unknown man starts to open up the back of the tray, as more muffled sounds can be herd coming from the truck.

Unknown man... Here we go again blah blah blah please don't hurt him.

Jack.. Well look if you hurt him and he can't speak then we won't be able to find out were he keeps the stash.

A short man, dressed in what was once an expensive suit lays bound and gaged on the floor of the truck, he has an Italian look about him and a heavy mixture of cologne and blood come from the Italian man. In the back ground we see Jack talking on mobile phone as he laughs loudly,

Jack... Look we have the slimy little bastard here, yeah I know he thought hiding out here in the states was enough for us to forget about him..

The unknown man drags him from the truck and shoves him to the ground. The man starts to whimper loudly .

Unknown Man.. Fuck he almost carry's on as much as you do, for Christ sake shut the hell up.

Jack lowers the phone to the mans ear.

Jack.. Hey I got someone who really wants to talk to you , so why don't you say hello.

Jack holds the phone to the mans ear for about a minute or so. Before taking the phone and beginning to speak .

Jack.. So dose he understand yet or do we still need to teach him some manners, ok,ok .

The unknown man removes the gag the Italians mouth and he spits out a small amount of blood, two of the ,mans teeth are missing and his mouth looks swollen. Jack lifts the man up into a sitting position and leans him against the car.

Jack.. Now if you know what is good for you then you will tell us what we want to know.

The Italian man starts to shake and blubber stuttering at the same time.

Italian man.. Lllllooookkkk I was wassssn't trying to hide , you see I had to come over hear but I was gonna come back honest I was.

the unknown man gives him a hard clip across the head.

Jack.. Look you maybe able to bullshit those clowns you hang with back home but there's one thing you don't do and that's cross the boss, so how about you just tell us where the money is and we may only break one of your legs.

The unknown man reaches into his nap sack and pulls out a blow torch and fires it up. Even tin the moon light we can still see the mans eye's go as big dinner plates.

Italian man... Please Please i'll tell you what ever you want to know.

Jack.. Well just tell you where you keep the cash and it'll all be over, cause I hear you the boss. Well lets say about all of it.

As the torch gets closer to the mans face he starts to scream.

Italian Man....Ok i'll speak I keep it in some hollowed out washing machines on my property, must be about 2 million.

Jack slaps the man hard across the face .

Jack.. Only 2 mil I say there must be more.

Jack then lowers the blow torch and starts to burn the mans shoes as the smell of rubber fills the air.

Italian Man... Ok Ok there's about 7 million I have some hidden in some steel drums to, look i'll take you there right now.

Jack.. You bet your life you will.

Jack speaks into the phone.

Jack.. Did you hear that , this nice man has 7 million hidden in drums and washing machines. Yeah I agree it's time to go collect.

The unknown man re gags the man and puts him in the back of the truck as the scene fades out.