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The Golden Locker A Short Story

1865 words - 7 pages

After another hard working day at my office as an information technologist I was rather drained out. It was quite obvious anyone who is expected to type on and on at the computer would get tired especially for me a thirty-nine year old. My Boss blabbered on "A good job done deserves a good reward, so just for you Steven I'll give you the rest of the day off." It was already three in the afternoon so it wasn't much of an early leave so I just muttered as I left "It's about time."I paced home by my usual path home, a quiet industrial area in the centre of Sydney. I was really exhausted when suddenly I took notice of discrete voices coming from an eighteenth century style warehouse. It stood as tall as a two-story house and was about one hundred metres by fifty metres. The voices intrigued me, as I hadn't heard a voice from that warehouse for the two years I walked by this route. Since I was so urging to discover who were in there I walked towards the abandoned looking building and noticed there were two black tinted BMW's parked at the front. I looked up and many of its little boxed windows were smashed or covered with dirt.I opened its rusty gate as it scraped against the cemented footpath and walk towards the alleyway between the building next-door and the warehouse. There was a front door but who would take that risk of going inside. I saw a window about an A4 paper size and pulled my sleeve down to wipe the window. After I wiped the window I saw the reflection of myself a thirty-nine year old Australian born American with a bold head and circular puppy-dog eyes. I was professionally dressed and had a stylish look. I put my head to the window and saw a bare warehouse with four walls and some ancient chairs and desks on top of the creaking wooden slats but there in the middle of the bare warehouse stood a shiny, silver suitcase. At that moment a short, obese Italian man appeared with four men.I had seen these men once before when I was entering my apartment, they saw me and looked at me suspiciously while they hopped into their car and drove away. These men were almost identical everything the same from there shoes to their sunglasses. There was only but one difference and that was there hair, one had a mow hawk, one had a comb over, another with spikes and the last parted hair.Then it started to rain growing gradually to a downpour then a shower. I still had my head in the window but. Then another Japanese gentleman walked into the scene with his mobile to his ear then snapped it closed "I've had a talk with my boys in Japan and they say all the heroin is packed and ready to go but they are just making last minute changes with the smuggling but the arranged time for unloading the shipment is 12:00am sharp two days from now, Agreed Tony?" informed Mr Shiyagi"Ok settled call me for a further confirmation, when the shipment's in I'll meet you at dock forty-two Jack harbour" Tony stated.I had a feeling this was shifty business from the start and...

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