Largo

Largo. Do you a have lock on your target? Copy.

I grimanced put a hand over my mouth. “Target located. I’m following her to the location now. Copy. Hang tight.” I said and continued tailing the target. What the hell was she doing in the red district at 2 in the morning.

I followed her a distance until she got to the small hide away bar sandwiched between a bike store and somebody’s place.

I waited a bit as she went inside and got settled inside then I approuched the place and opened the door and took in the place. President Sergio ignored me as she stared at the bartender who looked uneasy up at her smiling nervously.

“Herold. Can I please have a cold Phoenix, please.”

I frowned and took a seat at the bar slapping down a physical ebs card. “I got five in my account can I get the same.”

“Coming up!” Herold said.

“What the fuck?! Herold. I’m not a kid. Give me a damn beer please.”

I frowned as Herold scanned my card and then slapped a beer on the bar in front of me. “She a teenager or something?”

“None of your business drink your beer and get the hell out.”

“Herold. I already paid for the beer. I want what I paid for.”

“I tried to forward you a refund? Just accept my-“

“Give me the damn beer or I’m going sue your ass for theft and discrimination against a social and political class.”

Interesting. All this fuss over a beer?! What the fuck was going on? I took a look at Bar Keeper. His eyes were shifty and the old bastard’s bald head was wet with sweat. He was afraid of President Sergio. Today was a bad for him because I came to put the squeeze on his ass until he told me everything.

“She sounds like a corpo. You better give her the beer you racist piece of shit or she’ll stomp your ass out in civil court.” I advised him.

Herold looked at me. “You with her? I ain’t do nothing to her father. I’ve been ran through the mud by Authority all day. I had my whole place turned up and down. I’m innocent.”

He lied smoothly. This was going to be fun. I held up the beer. “I’m just a working runner trying to get one beer finally from a hard week of little work. My mate won’t give me some ass either and I can’t afford some pretty new ass too so your my entertainment for the night. You still haven’t opened my beer.”

Herold was looking at me closely. “How much Sergio paid you? I ain’t done nothing to him and ain’t selling nothing to his kid.”

“Are you my body guard. I saw you following me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were a model and I was staring at your ass. I saw you coming in this bar and then got a look at your face as I was coming in and knew I couldn’t afford you. Bodyguard?! You mean that big mother fucker across the street with the Max P9. Oh I thought he was your pimp. Hey. Old man. Could you open my damn beer, please.”

Herold glared at me buying into my act and came over to open my beer and hand it back to me. President Sergio still didn’t buy my act though. I nodded to her but didn’t drink the beer. “Are you open to a-“

“-No. Drink your beer.” She said. “Herold. I just lost my Dad and twenty-five thousand valuation on my company in status. This was his favorite drinking spot. I came get a taste of his favorite beer and leave. I ain’t here for bullshit. Give me a damn beer or I’m going to sue you, take your bar and have your old ass sent to the pin for fucking with me the day my Dad passed away.””

“Holy shit. This shit is getting good. She’s got your ass jammed up. What you going to do Herold? ” I said just to turn up the tension in the room.

Herold calmly got out a beer bottle from under the bar popped it open and set it down in front of her. “Here’s your beer, bitch. I hope you enjoy it.”

President Sergio smiled and slid it back to him. “Drink it.”

There it was. Herold went motionless. “What?!” He said.

President Sergio drew out her P58. “I said drink it. Drink it all down. Every last drop. Do it right now.”

Hmm. Interesting. I saw the play now. The beer. Whoever transported the beer here was the one that got Sergio jammed up. That’s all I needed to know.

Herold looked at me. “Fifty thousand ebs. Kill her and it’s yours.”

I frowned at him. “I ain’t no solo.. It’s just a beer bro. Drink up.” I said smiled at him showing him my real face. He was a dead man. The beer was his best option I wasn’t going to make his end quick and painless.

Herold looked away from me to the beer and picked it up with a shaky hand.