The Game Fisherman

Pressure Point 56
April 21, 2003
Starring: Fiend

Fiend wandered around outside of the Assembly Hall. He didn't wander, he paced. Back and forth.

He was deep in thought.

He was to exact his revenge upon a man inside that very arena tonight. He was going to make sure that Sharc knew not to fuck with what he didn't understand.

Fiend was certain that Sharc was swimming in waters that were way too deep and way too dangerous.

"Don't swim beside the tuna fishing boat, Sharc," Fiend thought with a snicker.

All the little analogies he could make. They tended to be quite cheap and cheesy, but he was enjoying them none the less.

"Shit!" he said abruptly.

Fiend stopped and unzipped his bag, he rummaged through it thinking he had forgotten something. After frantically rummaging through the bag he stopped and grinned a big grin.

"Tonight, you get to see why they call me the "color red", Sharc," he told himself.

"Are you coming into the arena tonight, sir?" said a voice.

Fiend turned to find himself peering at a security guard for Assembly Hall. He zipped his bag and tossed it over his shoulder, walking up to the guard, who became a little intimidated.

"You bet your ass, Sundance. You bet," Fiend reassured him.

He strolled through the open door grinning like the cat that got the canary.

Or the game fisherman who snagged the shark.

Sharc was gonna pay...

...TONIGHT!

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