Snippet #2625729

Out of all the places in the world, Bucharest wasn't exactly in the top ten spots to have a vacation in. This was very evident in the scenery that surrounded Jason, the "Spectre". The buildings seemed to be older than his father and it looks like they haven't seen a deep clean in quite a few years. The darkness of the night didn't help but give the place a gritty look. Street lights pierced the night sky with the combination of streetcars driving by. Jason scanned the scene and looked for a special "shop", you don't buy clothes or groceries at this type of place. Then he finally saw it, a place that was advertising pest control. From some of his contacts Jason knew that this was the place to go to for some "personal protection".

Entering the shop you'd think that they never had any business. If anyone needed pest control this place would definitely need it. A Romanian shopkeeper appeared behind an antique counter and eyeballed Jason, he warned the Spectre,"I think you're lost friend."
Jason coolly replied, "With that answer I think I'm in the right place. I have a cockroach problem, they're as big as rats." Jason made sure to make an emphasis on the code words in the sentence to make sure this man knew what his intentions were. The Romanian nodded his head and motioned for Jason to follow him into the back room.

This room was a stark contrast compared to the front room. Everything seemed clean and metallic, wood was replaced with metal, dark earth colors were taken over by lighter synthetic colors. The Romanian opened up a locker to reveal an arsenal of modern day weapons, from pistols to long range rifles. He asked Jason,"How big is your cockroach problem?"
"Not very big,"Jason replied as he reached for a metal pistol,"but I want to be prepared." Jason inspected the Jericho 941 Sub-Compact for any imperfections or flaws that could cause a problem when he was using it. After a few seconds he cleared the quality of the handgun. Jason racked the slide of the pistol and holstered it inside his waistband for when he would need it.

The Romanian handed Jason 3 extra magazines, in return Jason handed him an envelope containing 5,000 bank notes. Jason thanked the man,"I appreciate the help, these tools will help with clean up." The man smiled as Jason made his way back out to the street. Jason checked his watch, he knew he was a bit on the late side but he needed a weapon. Doing things by hand has been messy. He continued to the warehouse where he was supposed to meet the others.

He found two girls and a guy talking, not wanting to startle anyone Jason made sure to stay in a well lit area as he approached the group. Making himself known he said,"I thought the last party I went to was dead..." He leaned against a wall near the group of killers. "Oh wait, Charlotte is here,"Jason winked at the gun toting blonde,"Nice peice, by the way. So, what's the plan?"