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He scoffed at her threat then reached into his coat again this time pulling out a silver money clip full of crisp $100 and tossed it on the space beside her on the couch, "That's $1,000 then" scoffing once more and going over to the window. The cars were only a few minutes away.
The time passed slowly. There was a honk and then cheers as the first of the vehicles came in. They were discerning sedans and trucks, but they were loaded down with bags upon bags of loot. Bricks of cash that were still crisp and then there was the money taken from safety-deposit boxes, gold, silver, and other precious metals that were saved up over years, melted down and turned into coins or bricks. To the Blood King he felt like a pirate captain with a large booty haul from capturing a dozen ships. Like he promised his men, they would get their share of it. In fact, the Blood King already had his share, it was sitting behind him. The men could have the cash and the metal. They tore into the bag and began tossing it freely. It rained thousands of dollars.
He knew everything was happening just the way he planned. Turning his head and looking at the clock mounted on the far wall, it was just two minutes before 8pm. Nothing to odd about that, to everyone else. It was to him. Drawing a long drag on his cigar and feeling the smoke roll through his lungs and back out, that wicked smile came back to his lips that Zita could see reflected on the glass in the room.
The time passed slowly. There was a honk and then cheers as the first of the vehicles came in. They were discerning sedans and trucks, but they were loaded down with bags upon bags of loot. Bricks of cash that were still crisp and then there was the money taken from safety-deposit boxes, gold, silver, and other precious metals that were saved up over years, melted down and turned into coins or bricks. To the Blood King he felt like a pirate captain with a large booty haul from capturing a dozen ships. Like he promised his men, they would get their share of it. In fact, the Blood King already had his share, it was sitting behind him. The men could have the cash and the metal. They tore into the bag and began tossing it freely. It rained thousands of dollars.
He knew everything was happening just the way he planned. Turning his head and looking at the clock mounted on the far wall, it was just two minutes before 8pm. Nothing to odd about that, to everyone else. It was to him. Drawing a long drag on his cigar and feeling the smoke roll through his lungs and back out, that wicked smile came back to his lips that Zita could see reflected on the glass in the room.