As Leit walked out of the bar with Conrad's guitar on his back, he noticed something strange. Leit saw Just's delivery van parked across the street, and he was a bit irked. Just missed his usual delivery this morning, and that meant Leit will probably not be able to offer his full menu tonight. Leit walked across the street with a light jog, and his mind was conjuring up the harsh insults he was about to use to interrogate his untrustworthy driver. He never got to use those clever words.
Although Leit did not clearly see the driver's face, the familiar outline was enough for him to knock unhesitantly. What happened was not the driver lowering his window, but was instead the sound of the back door being slammed open and Leit saw three masked figures rushing out and cornered Leit with only the van door behind him.
"Em, hello there? What would you guys like today?" Leit nervously negotiated despite not being in the best position to do so.
The masked figures did not answer, but instead, they looked behind Leit. The van window rolled down, and Leit turned around to check out this new development. What appeared out of the window was not Just's scummy face, instead it was Just's scummy face pointing a jet back handgun straight in Leit's face.
"Long time no see Leit. How are you doing today?"
"Is this why you missed my deliveries this morning?"
"Organization safety regulations, can't do much about that."
"So, Just, what do you need today?"
"You, Meritz, you. The organization needs you back again to do some jobs, and this time I'm not asking."
"What if I say no?"
"Then I'd have to dispose of you, painfully I might add, as required by organization safety regulations."
"Fine, fine, fine. It doesn't look like I have a choice anyway."
"Beta, Gamma, Delta, get back in the van. Meritz, you get in with them too."
"Alrigh-"
Leit did not finish his sentence because he was busy swing the guitar (not his by the way) in a semi-circle, knocking out the three masked figures. As Leit ran away from the van, he could hear Just getting out of the van, and out of sheer desperation to not get shot, Leit threw the guitar at Just. Leit ran away hastily, and as he sought refuge back in his bar, he locked the doors and bolted the windows and muttered to the heavens:
"What did I do to deserve this."
A lot. Friedrich von Leitmeritz did a lot to deserve this.
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