Ruben

Part 1

Ruben sat at the counter, burger in hand. It had been one hell of a day, and he was lucky to be sitting here, he knew. He took a sip from his drink and heard the electronic tone when the door opened. He kept eating and payed it no mind.

"Look, all I'm saying is that with everything that happened, someone has got to pay, right?"

Oh shit... Ruben pulled up the collar of his jacket a little higher when he recognized the voice. Then, he heard two people sit down in one of the booths over on his left. Carefully, he peeked over in their direction and cursed under his breath. He pulled twenty credits out of his jacket and put it on the counter. With a hand on his gun, he got up and made his way over toward the door, the tone ringing again as he opened it.

He gritted his teeth as he turned away from the shop, towards his bike waiting on the street. A few seconds later, he heard that same tone again and looked over his shoulder to see the two men following him, looking uncertain. They'd recognize the bike for sure. No cleanly getting out of this one. Not seeing another option, he drew his gun and spun around, firing a few shots in their direction before turning back and sprinting for his bike.

He heard a yell, maybe he hit one of them, as he punched the ignition and launched off down the street. Looking in his mirrors, he saw a car speeding up behind him after a few seconds. Just his luck, everything was fine until he stopped for some food...

He kept looking left and right for some kind of alleyway or something until he finally saw one and turned his bike down it. Behind him, he heard the car stop and a couple shots fired his way before he turned another corner. Too close a call for his tastes.

Part 2

He needed to get somewhere off the street, and the safe-house was as good a place as any. Ruben drove off towards it, keeping an eye on his mirrors to make sure he wasn't followed. Not that the car could follow him through the alley, but you never knew.

After he was confident there was no one around, he drove the bike towards a plain looking garage door. He knocked a couple times on it and got a knock back. He pulled out his communicator and sent his authentication to the door system. A couple moments later and the door opened, and Ruben pulled his bike inside. Quickly, the door was again shut behind him.

"Ruben, my man! What's happening?"

He looked towards the door to the safe-house and saw Vince walking toward him, shades in hand and a smile on his face. "I need to lose some heat." He saw Vince scowl and start to argue before he continued. "Nah, I lost them already, but they're out looking for me."

"You got seen then? I knew you got the parts, but haven't heard much else."

Ruben shook his head. "Yeah, I guess. I was out getting a fucking burger and Santino walks into the place. I leave, but him and one of his guys follow me out."

Vince whistled. "That's some bad luck man. But yeah, you can crash here, you know the rules. Want me to call for a new face?"

"Yeah. Yeah, if you could. I'm going to get something to calm down." He sighed and walked through the back door. So much for profit on the job, but it beat being dead.