Rob and Tim were very much alike and, despite their usual quarrels, they had the type of bond few people have. Trust between each other was at another level. They would never lie and almost intuitively knew when one of them was getting in trouble. The homies in the streets knew them well, so much that they'd always mention both in a conversation. Rob and Tim were like a beast with two heads. You'd grab with one hand, and the other would strike immediately. They worked their way up in the street ranks, winning respect and money. They were mercenaries employed for the dirtiest missions, their track record was spectacular, and the gangster who hired them now for this mission was a consultant working in the special legal ops of GSK. His name was jack, skinny, always talking only the essentials and always wearing sunglasses.
At the entrance, a gorilla-looking guard asked to hand out all the guns.
Rob: Laughing, not today Baloo, walking straight past him.
Tim: Following right after giggling, slightly bumps into him and disarms him in one swift move.
Jack: Hey guys, what's all the fuss about?, you won't need any guns inside and it's company policy, no guns.
Rob: And our company policy, nodding towards Tim, is guns wherever the fuck we want. If you have a problem with that, don't ask us to come over.
Tim: Do we have a 'policy' conflict, Jack?
Jack: No, boys, come on, let's go. We've got important work to do.
They both kept their Uzzis and walked into an elevator, followed by the 2m tall gorilla guard that had just asked for their guns.
Rob, just before stepping in; "watch your head Baloo"
Meanwhile, Tim gave Jack a cold stare trying to figure out almost what went in his mind; those black glasses were not inspiring any confidence.
They arrived at the 16th floor and walked out, headed toward the end of the corridor. The guard remained close to the elevator door.
They walk into an office, where they see a young man around 20 yrs of age with a laptop in front of him. He stands up and introduces himself.
Hi, Jhon;.. nice to meet you.
At the entrance, a gorilla-looking guard asked to hand out all the guns.
Rob: Laughing, not today Baloo, walking straight past him.
Tim: Following right after giggling, slightly bumps into him and disarms him in one swift move.
Jack: Hey guys, what's all the fuss about?, you won't need any guns inside and it's company policy, no guns.
Rob: And our company policy, nodding towards Tim, is guns wherever the fuck we want. If you have a problem with that, don't ask us to come over.
Tim: Do we have a 'policy' conflict, Jack?
Jack: No, boys, come on, let's go. We've got important work to do.
They both kept their Uzzis and walked into an elevator, followed by the 2m tall gorilla guard that had just asked for their guns.
Rob, just before stepping in; "watch your head Baloo"
Meanwhile, Tim gave Jack a cold stare trying to figure out almost what went in his mind; those black glasses were not inspiring any confidence.
They arrived at the 16th floor and walked out, headed toward the end of the corridor. The guard remained close to the elevator door.
They walk into an office, where they see a young man around 20 yrs of age with a laptop in front of him. He stands up and introduces himself.
Hi, Jhon;.. nice to meet you.
