Coming out of the plane, from the AirTrain Airways, Archard felt the powerful breeze hit him. He pulled the air to him, filling his lungs. Holding his bag, Arch looked down on Niko, whom he had brought along for this journey. What Archard had in mind couldn't be achieved if he was trying to do it alone. He needed someone. But, he needed someone he could trust. Niko seemed like the best option.
Now, both were in Duncans, and Archard was ready to hit the hotel and drop the bags. Get a good nights sleep after that not-so-great flight. Although they came in first class, it wasn't the best service ever. Well, it didn't even come close to it.
Then, Archard started to glance around, and saw a man holding a piece of card with the name Anarchy written on it. "Niko, found our ride," he stated, before jogging to the man.
"Good afternoon, I am the one you're waiting for." he said, eyeing the man's limo.
"Buenas tardes, sir. Welcome to Jamaica." the man answered him while setting the cardboard on the trunk of his limo.
Great, we had to get one who likes to speak spanish, Archard mused, as he gave the man his bag. "My name is Archard, and this is Niko. Pleased to meet you," Archard said politely, while the man settled the bag in the trunk.
He was a young fella, tanned, but with enough money to buy a decent suit. Still, he could shave that god awful long beard. "Mi nombre es Roberto, Sir."
My name's Robert, neat. Archard thought, but only nodded.
"Hey Niko, give the man your things, and come on," he said, opening the door to the back of the limo, which was indeed huge. Archard sat back, as he turned on the plasma T.V in the back of the limo. As soon as Robert got them to the hotel, the first thing Archard was gonna do was relax in the hot tub. He needed it, before what came next...
Now, both were in Duncans, and Archard was ready to hit the hotel and drop the bags. Get a good nights sleep after that not-so-great flight. Although they came in first class, it wasn't the best service ever. Well, it didn't even come close to it.
Then, Archard started to glance around, and saw a man holding a piece of card with the name Anarchy written on it. "Niko, found our ride," he stated, before jogging to the man.
"Good afternoon, I am the one you're waiting for." he said, eyeing the man's limo.
"Buenas tardes, sir. Welcome to Jamaica." the man answered him while setting the cardboard on the trunk of his limo.
Great, we had to get one who likes to speak spanish, Archard mused, as he gave the man his bag. "My name is Archard, and this is Niko. Pleased to meet you," Archard said politely, while the man settled the bag in the trunk.
He was a young fella, tanned, but with enough money to buy a decent suit. Still, he could shave that god awful long beard. "Mi nombre es Roberto, Sir."
My name's Robert, neat. Archard thought, but only nodded.
"Hey Niko, give the man your things, and come on," he said, opening the door to the back of the limo, which was indeed huge. Archard sat back, as he turned on the plasma T.V in the back of the limo. As soon as Robert got them to the hotel, the first thing Archard was gonna do was relax in the hot tub. He needed it, before what came next...