Thunder: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Neil's Bar
Down on the outskirts of town, there lay a building, about 25 years old. The layout of the building was to look like an old time saloon.

The building had been abandoned for years. It used to be a bar, also for private business, such as assassination dealings, drug dealings, and private gambling. It was eventually shut down by the government due to the fact that it was the main place for drugs, and crime.

The outside paint on the walls was worn off. There was a painted sign above the door that said NEIL’S BAR. The words had been scraped off, and had DO NOT ENTER painted over it.

Outside the building, was a tall, bulking man guarding the door. He was wearing a suit, and he had a pouch with a gun in it on his hip. His hands were held together in his lap. He knew that nobody would be coming to visit the building, but the boss said that you couldn’t be too careful.

Inside, it was just as bad as it was outside. There was clearly leaking problems, and the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke was still in the air. There were boxes all around the bar, making it feel and look like the room was smaller. And the places where you could see, there were marks where the old slot machines laid.

Inside the boxes were small stuffed bunnies. But even inside the stuffed bunnies, hidden by the stuffing, were many different assortments of drugs. There was a table in the middle of the bar, the whole thing covered with different type of cleaning products and bug extermination products, plus some stuffed bunnies. The building clearly was a big neutron bomb.

Clearly, the government didn’t do much to make sure that the bar was a drug-free area. Nor did they come to make sure that nobody was using it. People kept trying to get the mayor to tear it down, but he said that he had more important matters on his hands.

The guard that was outside came in and sat in an empty seat. “Billy”, he finally said, “It’s your shift, I’m on break now.”

He so called Billy got up, pick up a gun from the supplies in the corner, and went out the door, shutting it hard on his way out.

The door that used to be the door for the owner’s office opened. A man, named Nosaj, walked out slowly, until he reached the table that had all the drug materials on it. He clearly was a regular drug user. The effects had taken his toll on his face. His face looked really rough, covered with a beard. He was having slights tremors. The other guys noticed.

“What are you staring at?” he yelled. They turned their heads quickly. As soon as he realized what they were looking at, he got the tremors under control.

The effects of the drugs he was using were wearing him down. But he made sure that he didn’t show it.

“Ok, listen up you all, tonight is the night!” He said with enthusiasm.

“But Nosaj”, said one of the guys, who had gotten up, “Why so soon?”

“First of all,” he said, pointing a gun in his face, “You call me boss.” The man nodded his head, and sunk back into his seat. Then Nosaj continued. “Because”, said Nosaj. He was now mad because they were questioning his decision. “The city is cracking down on drug use and exchange. If we are going to ship these boxes, we’ve got to do it now. Now listen up, I have an old friend of mine that is going to lend us his boat so we can ship it. So all you have to do is load it, no questions asked, and you will get your money. Deal?”

“Deal”, the whole gang said in unison. But most of them were not sure that shipping it early would be a good idea.

“Alright then”, the man said with a smile, “Lets head out!”