Snippet #1849558

The first thing Zacharia noticed about the Bahamas, after exiting the plane, was the heat. It was too intense for him, which made him purchase, and fill, a camel pack filled with water. He began to suck on the tube, and was almost immediately approached by a man wearing a Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Bahamas," he spoke with such enthusiasm, making him feel sick just by being near the guy, "Would you like a brochure about what you may expect and participate here?" The smile from the guy made his blood simmer. Putting on his stone-faced visage, he said, "I am here on business. Approach me again, and you'll be floating dead in the bay."

He shoved the guy off to the side, and exited the airport as soon as he retrieved his knapsack via taxi. "The nearest docks, good sir, and can you crank up the A/C? Its a sauna out there." His steel briefcase had been removed from his wrist, and stuffed into the sack during the ride, so as to not attract too much attention. The drive itself didn't take very long, but the bill for the ride was horrendous. 54.65 USD for a 4km drive, making him very angry at this point. The low growl, combined with the flashing eyes within his skull made the driver nervous enough to peel out of there without receiving payment. "Bastard," he whispered. Turning slightly, inhaling slowly, he began to walk slowly down the docks. "Now where..." His eyes scanned each boat name, until it rested on a small craft called The Shiver. Why the name of "The Shiver"? Because it is owned by one of his contacts, who just happens to be a weapon/drug dealer and owed him his life.

"Carlos," he shouted at the boat, "Carlos, get your ass out here right now. Or so help me, I'll torch you and this craft." A one eyed Mexican kid's head popped up, and, after glancing at Zacharia, paled. The head was soon followed by a lithe form with a mechanical left foot. "You've been busy," he said, an eyebrow raised. At the kid's slow nod, and feet starting to shuffle slightly- more like scraped- he said, "Prepare the boat. I have little time to waste, and need to be at a specific island about four hour's ride south by southwest. Now get," he pointed at the dock pump, "Start filling up the boat." When the child didn't move fast enough, he shoved him onto the dock, where the child flipped several times, glared up at him, and scurried down to the pump for fuel. Standing atop the boat, staring into the large opening, he shouted, "Carlos. I swear, if I need to drag your sorry hide out, I'll take it out in pieces."

"Alright, alright," came a voice from below, "I'm coming already. Sheesh." The voice came from a portly old man who had rolls of fat on his body, and more chins than he had thought possible. The old man belched in his direction, making him glare menacingly. When the blob of a man looked up, he too paled, but unlike the child, he began to shiver and sweat. "Z-Zacharia," his beady little eyes grew wide, "Y-Y-Y-You are alive!" The fat on the man jiggled and shook, and he seemed to be growing even paler.

"Yes," Zacharia hissed, "Unfortunately for you, by the look of things, but fortunately, you get to live just long enough to help me. I need weapons and a ride to an island south-southwest of here. Its about a four hour ride, and I needed to be there yesterday." His glare intensified, and a low growl rumbled in his chest, "You help me, and I wont kill you. Don't, and you float in the bay, just like Izekial. You remember him, yes?" At the slow nod he continued, "He became shark bait after I told him to follow my orders, or else that will happen to him."

"Excuse me," a voice came from the dock, and when he looked over, he saw that the boy had gotten the police involved. His eyes glowed faintly, barely containing the killing rage that threatened to explode. "We need you to come with us, sir." The child's sheepish grin is what set him off, making him leap from the both, and onto the police officer who did not have time to respond. There was a loud cracking noise, and the officer's head was twisted at an odd angle. The child's eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened to scream, when his hand snaked in, shoving into his throat, causing the boy to suffocate. A finger pointed at the blob of a man, and crooked it towards himself. "Fill the boat with fuel, and we'll be on our way." He shoved the officer's body into an unoccupied boat, and the now lifeless corpse of the boy into another, as the blob filled up his own boat with fuel, crying the whole time.

When they were finally ready to go, Zacharia pulled out a map, and pointed in the direction he needed to go. The boat began to rumble, and water shot up, pushing them slowly away. "Where are the weapons," he asked with a grumble. When Carlos pointed at a hatch towards the front of the boat, he glared up at the blob of a man, and told him to stop the boat, and hand him the keys. When this had been done, he walked over to the hatch, and opened it slowly. A low whistle escaped his lips, as the cache made him smile. "A good sword, along with a few 9mm pistols, will go along way, me thinks." Looking up at the man, he tossed the keys at him, and told him to keep driving. Several hours past, and the island was slowly coming into focus. "Good," he whispered, and turned towards Carlos. "You have done well, but I cannot let you live after what you had witnessed me do." A 9mm pistol was pulled out of his jacket, having secreted it hours earlier, and pulled the trigger. A loud popping noise erupted from the gun, followed by an even louder splash, as the blob of a man fell into the water, sinking slowly.

The moment he reached the island, a sense of elation filled him. "Time to get to work, it seems." Taking a deep breath, he let out a roar from within his chest, letting the inhabitant, or inhabitants, know that he had arrived. "Lets get to work," he whispered with a voracious grin.