The Pick-Up

They arrive at the high iron gate on a black motorcycle. It is already dark, and the road is deserted. The man kills the engine and the only sound to be heard is the distant chirping of a cricket. They get off the bike, but both keep their helmets on. The woman pulls a mobile phone from her pocket, presses a few numbers and waits, holding the phone close to her helmet.

“We’re at the gate,” she says, and puts the phone back in her pocket. Then they pace in the dust, waiting.

“What is taking so long? Do you think something is wrong?” the woman asks. Her voice is muffled by the helmet.

The man simply shakes his head. The silence grows ominous.

Finally, in the distance, they see a single light moving slowly towards them.

“Here he comes,” the man says.

Half a minute later, a quad bike stops behind the gate. The driver’s face is in the shadows.

“Vince,” the biker says. Then, pointing at another figure moving in the darkness, he asks, “Who’s that?”

“He’s with me. My partner,” comes the reply.

“Moby. The hit man,” the woman whispers.

The man in the helmet grins, his teeth glittering in the light of the quad bike.

The gate slowly opens. The hit man says nothing, but his eyes follow every move.

The woman reaches into the motorcycle carrier and takes out a white container.

“This is yours,” she says, handing it to Vince. He glances briefly inside, then puts it on the back of the quad bike.

Vince holds out a bag.

“How many did you get?” the man in the helmet asks.

“Five,” Vince replies.

The biker widens his eyes slightly, then peers into the bag.

“Five? We only need three. What shall we do with the other two?”

“Freeze them,” the woman says.

The man in the helmet hesitates. “Do you think she’ll take them like that?”

The woman shrugs slightly.

Vince says, “Or we can dispose of them now, if you prefer… but they are already dead.”

“We’ll take them. We’ll see what happens.”

He shakes Vince’s hand, thanks him briefly and puts the bag into the bike carrier. The man and woman get on the bike. As they ride away, the gate slowly closes and the quad bike engine starts up again.

They ride through the cool dark night, back towards the lights of the city.

Now what would you think if you had witnessed this scene?

Erica Neser (c) 2012

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. girl in the hat
    Jan 30, 2012 @ 23:14:30

    Creepy. What… black market organs? I’d think I better get out of there, fast.

    Reply

  2. Mariaan
    Jan 30, 2012 @ 23:31:20

    Dooie rotte vir Lollie Luislang?

    Reply

  3. Lindie Bezuidenhout
    Jan 31, 2012 @ 22:07:52

    Dagga muffins…

    Reply

  4. ericanexpress
    Feb 01, 2012 @ 15:39:24

    Uuhhhhmmmm….well, no. Actually Mariaan got it right. Well done Mariaan, you’ve won the grand prize!! Your two freshly frozen rats from the beautiful Farm France will be shipped to you today! Enjoy your prize! 🙂

    Reply

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