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Date Posted: 01:30:41 02/15/01 Thu
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Meeting (No.6)

""This is my life, you can't stop me." I forgot how many
times I told my wife. Um..... this cheese burger is
god damn good!!"

I keep sitting properly, and listern what he said.
Inside this 1400 square feet room, you can't find a
clock , mirror, but only a briefcase, three chairs, a telephone on his desk, and him. I feels pain,even scare, to such spacious feeling.

"So, you come for the position ?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know anything about it?"
"A little bit."
"Tell me ."
"Um....I need to do something I usually won't do."
"Correct, but that's won't true anymore."
"I'm hired ?"
"Yes."
"You sure ? I've just answered you one question,
and....you didn't know anything about me !"
"Yes, I do."
".....?"
"Come on , buddy! The interview is over, let me show you something."
We walked to another room, it's at the end of the corridor.

"Push the door." He says
It's the same room(I think). Inside this 1400 square feet room, you also can't find a
clock , a mirror, but only a briefcase, three chairs, a telephone on his desk, and him.

He picks up and opens the briefcase. It's the same briefcase I have seen in the last room.

"This is your uniform." He takes the clothes from it. White shirt, black trouser, and
black tie, that's classic, isn't it?

"You have shoes, right?" He ask.
"Yes."
"Great. Oh, almost forget, this coat." He takes off his coat and gives me.
"That's included?"
"Sure. What?"
"Nothing." Oh, Jesus, that's terrible. I swear I won't wear it when working.

"And...this..., here it is." He takes out a short gun from the briefcase. It just like those I saw from the movie.
"You know how to use it, do you ?" He suspects.
"Yes, I do."
"Good. Then, today is finished. I'll call you later."
"Ok."
"By the way, how's Jack?"
"He's great!" I wonder how he knows about my kid.
"Of course he is, in such kindergarten. Ason kindergarten,right?"
"Yes." He knows all about me.
"$4000 US dollar a month, Deborah's terrific!"
"She is." That's true.
"Cheer up, buddy! Jack'll back to you soon, don't worry."
"I know."
"Ar, your name. "Setarcos" will be your nickname,"
"Ok."
"Like it?"
"Not really, but ok."
"You know what it mean?"
"No."
"I don't know either. That's given by our boss."
"I see."
"Then, see you later, I still have another meeting."
"See you."

Taking with the briefcase, I'm just like a drug dealer, not a killer. How can I walk on the street with such bloody stuffs, so I get on a taxi.

"Bowen bridge, please!"

(...to be continued...)

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