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Male Characters

Gerish- Model #3

Background:

     Thick cigarette smoke filled the bar, as the loud noise of conversation and mediocre music filled the air. There was barely enough room for Gerish to stand in the aisle, as one patron after another bumped into and brushed against his oversized stature.
     Frustration and unreleased angst built in his soul. If one more snot nosed college puke felt him up, he swore he would break his jaw...
     No... No...  He could not let his temper get the best of him.
     "Bartender!!!, Another Brew!!!" Gerish bellowed though the bar. " Ize only got five more hours to consume the alcohol."
     It was true, the airfoil left at 06:00, and missing it meant missing the biggest pay check since Nicaragua. Gerish knew that after this job he could open the brothel he had always dreamed of owning.
     "You got forty-five minutes till last call bud," quipped the bartender.
     Fuckin' bible belt. Gerish had forgotten how much he hated America. Land of the free his ass. More like land of the little children that think that they have a, a something. Well, fuck it, he needed many more beers before leaving for Saqqara. After all Saqqara was a dry, ... uh aree.. uh zone.
     Last call came quick. Gerish was quite pleased with himself; he had ordered two beers at the end of the service period.
    Cold suddenly washed across his stomach and crotch.
     The fires of hell filled Gerish's eyes. It was clear the bar was finished serving and Gerish's dual mugs of liberation were now lying flat on the bar. Their precious contents dripping down the front of his favorite shirt, pants, self. He felt the lifespan of some stupid mutherfucker emptying, like his ambrosia.
     Slowly the flame on a match flared. Some fine bitches smoke flared to life. The sound of the air being sliced rang loud. An obnoxious man laughed in the background...
     "Haaa! Haaaaa! Haaaaaa!"
     With a solid, THUNK. His blade sunk into the thickly laminated bar top.
     Hatred bubbled in his blood, only a fool FUCKED with the a god of war.
The shrill scream of stupidity filled the loud bar, as everyone fled except the one stuck to the bar's top, and the bartender vacated the establishment.
     "You OWE me 2 beers, asshole." muttered Gerish.
     "You can have a six pack," laughed the bartender. "I never get out of work this early..."
     A smile creped across Gerish's face, as he unstuck his victim from the counter top. He grabbed his beer and strolled out as the piece limbed college student sank to the floor.
Four more hour until it was time to claim his destiny...
 

Terach- Model #2

Background:

Like a vulture, he perched on the old wooden balcony. The grey paint peeled under the grip of his talons. It was the perfect over look to watch the innocent wander, the perfect place to pick out his victim.
Obsession had taken control of his actions. Obsession to learn what was going on.
Since January fourth, travel outside the country had been suspended. His brother had found something, that he could not discuss though normal communication channels. His brother had something smuggled to this old port. Terach could only assume his brother was now dead. No one had heard from Saqqara, and his brother’s contact had been found dead in an alley the night before, beside the body of the man Terach was to meet with. What a coincidence. One thing was for sure; whatever his brother had sent to him was no longer around.  
The news had said that his brother’s archaeology team had been abducted. What an obvious lie. Most the team was local to the area or from that part of the world. Terrorists didn’t abduct their own.
With the two bodies last night, it brought the death toll to at least fifteen. That was a lot of people to die for the same reason, the same nefarious reason.  Someone had to find out what was going on and let the world know. He was left with no choice. He had to get to Saqqara. There was only one way to get there now. The GNOS Corporation had an airfoil dock, express flights to Saqqara. The only issue was that it was for employees only. Terach doubted that he would be eligible for hire.
Finally, the stalking paid off. He could smell the filth of the corporation on the prey, but it helped it was drunkenly shouting about leaving tomorrow as it stumbled down the three hundred year old street.
Like an avian raptor Terach struck from above out of the darkness. Instantly incapacitating his victim; sinking his knee into his prey’s spine and forcing it to the ground. Terach quickly drug the limp body into the alley.
Terach quickly striped down the executive and traded clothes. Terach didn’t look much like the unconscious man, but he doubted the dock workers would be very awake or diligent when the airfoil left at six am.

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