((Jhoney got me on this kick of blog and short story posts.. this is from my blog http://thecrackden.com/blog/larscalhern/ there will be updates here and there so please check it out))

Lars walks into the apartment flipping on the light real fast, looking at the desolate apartment. He decided to call it an early night and come home to handle some out of town stuff. His wife was probably out shopping, as she seemed to do alot lately. Slinging his new found bat that he took from some middle school kid, he set it in the corner. Reaching behind him pulling his USP out of his waist setting it on . the coffee tabel as he always did. He sighed softly before heading over to the bed reaching under it pulling out his notebook. This time it wasn’t a dream that he wanted to write about, shit he didn’t even know what he wanted to write about. Moving over to the couch almost plopping down. He needed a beer, it had been a long week and my god did he need a beer. Walking to the fridge he pulled out a Budweiser popping the tap throwing it on the counter before taking a long sip. God was it refreshing moving back to the couch he plopped down. Scrounging around for a pen, he knew he had one somewhere, finally finding it way over on the night stand, he got up to get it grumbling about all this up and down like a catholic church the whole way. As he returned to the couch he thought to himself ‘Finally’ picking up the pen and the notebook he opened to the page where he had left off, with a sigh he put the pen to the paper. His phone rang startling him, he threw the notebook across the room he couldn’t seem to get a moment to himself. He looked at the number on caller ID, it wasn’t one that he had stored but he did recognize the area code 212, ‘New York?’ he thought to himself he picked up the phone

Lars: Who is This?

Caller: No need for names, I have a job for you

Lars: You got the wrong person I don’t know what your talking about, let alone know you from Adam…

Caller: *Chuckles* I know who you are that’s all that matters.

The last statement sent Lars through the loop. His business while well known was funneled through outlets that he controlled. People knew of him, rarely did they know him. Pulling the phone from his face looking that number once more taking a deep breath before placing it back on his ear. Curiosity was gonna get the best of him.

Lars: You have my attention, and you now have a minute to sell me

Caller: An order, 100k, minimal risk

Lars couldn’t help but laugh, If it was too good to be true it normally was. Thoughts running through his mind, ‘Had the FBI caught up to me?’, ‘Is this a set up?’, ‘is this a joke?’. Getting up running to the notebook. If they were talking 100 grand he would need to write this down.

Lars:*taking a deep breath before he speaks* What’s the catch?

Caller: New Orleans PD

The voice on the phone was flat, monotone and deadly serious. ‘100 grand would put my kid through college’ Lars knew things were going to get expensive but he knew no one in New Orleans, let alone the PD. Not letting it affect him, he wanted to know the rest of the deal. Keeping his tone business like the rest of the conversation it seemed to fly by. When it came time to write Lars would right quickly and to a point where only he could probably understand the letters let alone the short hand that he was using

Lars: Once that is taken care of then what

Caller: My people pick up at the port, once your money has been delivered of course

Lars: Whats the order?

Caller: I need AK’s, Beretta’s, 229’s, Shoty’s, and anything else you can get your hands on. I know wont disappoint

Lars: Drop in Downtown Hathain there is a run down subway. 25k to know you are in this for the long haul, there will be a phone, you know the drill.

Caller: 3 days, and we will discuss further

The line went dead, and if it had not Lars was done talking anyways. He knew the drill, he had done this many times, but not just like this. Not this large of an order, this was a large shipment. He rested his back against the fabric sinking in the couch tossing his phone on the table. He took a deep breath trying to catch up with everything that just happened. He drew the bottle to his mouth taking a long sip finishing off the beer. He wedged the bottle between the cushion and the arm, he would have to remember to grab that or Blu would kill him. He laid his head back taking another deep breath before closing his eye attempting to sleep, hoping that the dreams didn't come to him this time