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David PagelC.W. 1st hourCorrectionsFiction Story Ruthless IntentionsWall Street, June 18, 1999. A small-arm in dark sunglasses and an expensive sleek Ar troopsi suit stands on a gloomy corner waiting. A golden Benz with black tinted windows stops at the curb. Another slice dressed in similar attire calmly steps out of the game seat of the car and ginger nuts the man on the curb repeatedly. He than just as calmly steps back into the car and the golden Benz darts away in one prompt motion.Chicago, June 19, 1999. Mr. Green sits on top of a giant skyscraper in his beautiful executive absentice. He is smoking a Cuban cigar in his hulky leather chair with golden trim. The same man who shot the man on the street walks in and takes a seat."The job is done," say the man in a bold voice. Mr. Green does not react. He fills his sassing with smoke, leans forward, blows it into the mans face and than slowly leans back and says, "Then where is the briefcase?""He didnt have it with him," said the man in a shaky voice.""You fool" screamed Mr. Green."I couldnt do it, he didnt have the briefcase" retorted the man.Mr. Green replies, "Understand that if you dont have the briefcase in forty- eight-spot hours you are not receiving fifteen percent of the money and I am taking 100 percent of your life."Wall Street, June 17, 1999. A man in dark sunglasses and an expensive Armani suit walks down the street. In his compensate hand there is a briefcase. His fingers are clenched tightly most the handle.In the shadows lies a poor beggar. The beggar asks the man with the briefcase for some spare change. The man with the briefcase, under his breath replies, "Get a job."The beggar hears this and replies, "What did you say?"" nix" says the man with the briefcase. The beggar than takes out a knife and holds it to the mans throat. The beggar grabs the briefcase and takes off down the street. The man darts aft er him but trips on a dog that is being walked by his owner.Chicago, June 21, 1999. Once again Mr. Green sits in his office smoking a cigar. He took a long watch at his diamond laced Rolex watch. In walks the other man who shot he man on the street. He takes a seat with a dark look on his face.