Clarenthia
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- Jurzidentia
The sun burst through the clouds that covered Sharjah. The rain finally let up, some streets were flooded, but the Jurzan’s super city’s drains were doing their job well, business continued as usual. A man was walking down the street, he was wearing a long black over coat, but it wasn’t buttoned. Underneath his coat he wore a brown three piece suit with a black shirt. He was wearing black gloves as well as a black hat. He kept his head down as he walked to help conceal his face better. He continued to walk until he got to a hotel in downtown Sharjah.
As he entered, he got numerous stares; it was uncustomary for someone to be so heavily dressed at this hotel. He walked up to the front desk and a man working the desk looked up at him.
“Yes sir, how may we help you?” the clerk asked.
“Is there a Ajmal Pazhwak here?” asked the coated man.
“Uh, let me check for you,” the clerk said as he looked into his ledger. After a few moments, he looked back and the man and uttered “oh yes, he checked in yesterday.”
“What room?” asked the coated man.
“Uh, do you know Mr. Pazhwak?” asked the clerk.
“He’s expecting me. He wanted me to get something to give to his boss. We work at the same place,” the coated man answered. “He may of left a note.”
“Ah, yes he did. Are you Mr. Nishtar?” asked the clerk.
“Yes, I am,” the coated man responded.
The clerk got up and gestured for Mr. Nishtar to follow him to the room. They walked down the hallway and the clerk stopped at room 17, and knocked on the door, claiming “Mr. Pazhwak, one Mr. Nishtar is here to see you.” The clerk smiled and then walked away, and the door flung open.
“Shit! Where were you? I’ve been waiting for hours!” Pazhwak yelled, as he walked across the room to the opposite side of the door. Nishtar looked at him intensely, and then walked in.
“I know. Nishtar was a tad bit more loyal than I had anticipated, but he’s a dog, nonetheless,” the coated man said.
Pazhwak stopped, dead in his tracks, it was if the color melted off of him, he turned, slowly looking to the man he had just left into his house. He looked and saw the man had taken off his hat, but in its place, put a black cloth mask on. The mask had no eyeholes, or anything, just a black cloth mask.
“Why..why are you here? What did you do to Nishtar?” Pazhwak asked.
“Irrelevant now, you do know why I’m here?” the masked man asked.
“I paid you fairly, 50, 50 that was our agreement!” Pazhwak yelled, backing up, the masked man shook his head, walking closer to Pazhwak.
“Do I at least get to know the reason I’m being killed?” Pazhwak begged, getting down on his knees, the masked man stopped and peered over him.
The masked man pulled out a pistol, got down on one knee and looked eye to eye into Pazhwak. “I wish it didn’t have to come to this. A dying man deserves a last word.”
“I’m sorry,” Pazhwak said, beginning to cry. The masked man looked to Pazhwak, his facial expression changing under his mask, before letting out a sigh.
The masked man got up, looked down at Pazhwak, held out his gun to Pazhwak’s head. “So am I.” and pulled the trigger. The loud bang startled the patrons in the hotel, yelling could be heard out in the lobby.
“Was he truly worth that bullet?” asked a man standing in the door.
“No.” the masked man answered.
“Then why waste it?” the man asked.
“It’s about sending a message,” the masked man proclaimed, as he smashed the window in the hotel room and cleared the sill.
“Now where?” asked the man in the door.
“I’ll contact you,” the masked man answered, as he slid through the broken window.
The man in the door sighed, as he heard police sirens, he then walked back to his room and closed the door.
As he entered, he got numerous stares; it was uncustomary for someone to be so heavily dressed at this hotel. He walked up to the front desk and a man working the desk looked up at him.
“Yes sir, how may we help you?” the clerk asked.
“Is there a Ajmal Pazhwak here?” asked the coated man.
“Uh, let me check for you,” the clerk said as he looked into his ledger. After a few moments, he looked back and the man and uttered “oh yes, he checked in yesterday.”
“What room?” asked the coated man.
“Uh, do you know Mr. Pazhwak?” asked the clerk.
“He’s expecting me. He wanted me to get something to give to his boss. We work at the same place,” the coated man answered. “He may of left a note.”
“Ah, yes he did. Are you Mr. Nishtar?” asked the clerk.
“Yes, I am,” the coated man responded.
The clerk got up and gestured for Mr. Nishtar to follow him to the room. They walked down the hallway and the clerk stopped at room 17, and knocked on the door, claiming “Mr. Pazhwak, one Mr. Nishtar is here to see you.” The clerk smiled and then walked away, and the door flung open.
“Shit! Where were you? I’ve been waiting for hours!” Pazhwak yelled, as he walked across the room to the opposite side of the door. Nishtar looked at him intensely, and then walked in.
“I know. Nishtar was a tad bit more loyal than I had anticipated, but he’s a dog, nonetheless,” the coated man said.
Pazhwak stopped, dead in his tracks, it was if the color melted off of him, he turned, slowly looking to the man he had just left into his house. He looked and saw the man had taken off his hat, but in its place, put a black cloth mask on. The mask had no eyeholes, or anything, just a black cloth mask.
“Why..why are you here? What did you do to Nishtar?” Pazhwak asked.
“Irrelevant now, you do know why I’m here?” the masked man asked.
“I paid you fairly, 50, 50 that was our agreement!” Pazhwak yelled, backing up, the masked man shook his head, walking closer to Pazhwak.
“Do I at least get to know the reason I’m being killed?” Pazhwak begged, getting down on his knees, the masked man stopped and peered over him.
The masked man pulled out a pistol, got down on one knee and looked eye to eye into Pazhwak. “I wish it didn’t have to come to this. A dying man deserves a last word.”
“I’m sorry,” Pazhwak said, beginning to cry. The masked man looked to Pazhwak, his facial expression changing under his mask, before letting out a sigh.
The masked man got up, looked down at Pazhwak, held out his gun to Pazhwak’s head. “So am I.” and pulled the trigger. The loud bang startled the patrons in the hotel, yelling could be heard out in the lobby.
“Was he truly worth that bullet?” asked a man standing in the door.
“No.” the masked man answered.
“Then why waste it?” the man asked.
“It’s about sending a message,” the masked man proclaimed, as he smashed the window in the hotel room and cleared the sill.
“Now where?” asked the man in the door.
“I’ll contact you,” the masked man answered, as he slid through the broken window.
The man in the door sighed, as he heard police sirens, he then walked back to his room and closed the door.