Dosvidonia, Neptune King
Dosvidonia, Neptune King
Neptune King drove down Baker Street, slowing as he neared his office. Many of the shops already had their Christmas decorations up even though it was only the beginning of November. A big black limousine with dark smoked windows parked in front of the office distracted him from the colourful sights. He frowned. It seemed rather sinister. He slowed even more as he drove past, trying to see the driver without success. He turned down the access alley and drove around to the car park at the back of the building. Just as he got out of his car, Shark Johnson's FJ Holden pulled up beside his Jaguar. He waited for him to park and get out.
"Good morning, Shark. Did you see that car out the front?"
"The big black limousine with tinted windows?"
Shark shook his head. "Nope. Came the back way. Less traffic."
"I think it's waiting for us."
Shark eyed Neptune. "What? Yuh don't think it's someone out to get us, do yuh?"
"Well you never know. We have made enemies in our line of work. I had a very strong sense of foreboding when I drove past it."
"Easy way to find out. Let's go open the front door and see what comes in."
"Not before we take some precautions." After the time his wife Rachel had been held hostage in their office by the wife of a criminal they'd put behind bars, he had learned to be cautious. Neptune unlocked the back door and he and Shark entered. He spotted Regina Blake, their receptionist at the front door, and grabbed Shark's arm, pulling him along. By the time Regina unlocked the front door and entered, they were safely out of sight in the back corridor.
"You're actin' real paranoid this mornin', Neptune," complained Shark.
"Maybe I am, but it is better to be safe than sorry. There is just something suspicious about that car." Neptune led the way to the vault and unlocked it, before entering and going over to the locked arms cupboard. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and selected the cupboard's key. There were several handguns of varying calibres in the cupboard. Neptune took out his Webley and a shoulder holster, and then passed Shark his Colt, along with a shoulder holster. "Put it on. It never hurts to be prepared."
Shark took his overcoat and jacket off and slipped the holster on. "Still reckon you're over reactin' a bit, but then again I s'pose a lot of your hunches have paid off in the past."
"Thank you, Shark."
They put their coats back on and went out to the front office.
Regina was at the counter talking to a tall, thin man dressed all in black. He wore dark glasses, which was rather odd given it was a dull, overcast day. The only purpose they served was concealment.
On looking the man over, Shark understood Neptune's alarm. The man appeared to be as sinister as his car. He was anonymous, yet at the same time distinctly noticeable.
Regina turned. "Oh, Mr King, Mr Johnson. I didn't know you were here already."
"That's all right, Regina," replied Neptune.
"This gentleman would like to see you both."
"Certainly. What can we do for you, Mr...?"
"Would you like to come up to my office, Mr Black?"
"Actually, I would like you to come with me. I am not the client. I am merely the messenger."
"So what's the message?" asked Shark.
"Just that I am to escort you to the client."
"Who's the client?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I cannot tell you that."
"Then why should we go with you?" asked Neptune.
"Yeah, we ain't goin' anywhere till yuh tell us who wants to see us," growled Shark. "Don't hold with all this secrecy. Tell your client he can make an appointment to see us here at the office like everyone else."
The man's lips compressed.
Neptune guessed his eyes had probably narrowed behind his glasses in annoyance. He was silent