Charlie Cho
"Don't be a wuss Felix. We gotta do this. There aint no option cause its either them or us, and damnit...I ain't finna lose my life cause you wanna puss out. We do what the Squall says. Period."
This is what Charlie was hearing as he discreetly peered from around the corner in the alleyway.
The Squall?, Charlie thought to himself. This was too weird. Charlie had never been in a situation such as this. It felt like a suspense drama, or maybe a thriller? He had once read a book where a similar incident like this had occurred. Luckily, the character was able to withdraw without being noticed. Maybe he should do the same. He knew better that reality didn't always pan out like a book. Charlie sat his back against the wall quietly and slowly lifted himself up like a serpent until he was standing upright. As he began to slowly etch his way back to the street, he paused. A new voice had entered into the fray. It was female for sure. Curiosity always kills the cat, but he couldn't quench the sudden compulsion to stay. He slinked back over to the edge of the wall and peered around the corner once more.
The one who was doing most of the talking was the taller man, dark-haired, mustache and beard, looked Indian, but from the angle that Charlie was at, he couldn't completely tell. His accent definitely indicated as such though. The one he was being aggressive to was the much shorter and pudgier white man, maybe 5'2, bald, with a tattoo of what looked like a thunderhead on the side of his head, just above his left ear. The Indian man had one as well, on his neck. Charlie glared intently as the woman whose voice he had heard approached. She was an African-American woman, very beautiful no doubt, with curly hair pulled into a bun and she was wearing a black pencil skirt. Same as the two men, she also had a thunderhead tattoo, but on the front of her leg. She walked up to them like a model on a runway, and stood in between the both of them and in a quick flash she karate chopped the Indian in the throat and punched the Caucasian man in the stomach. Felix, the white man, crouched down in pain as he gripped his arms around his stomach. The Indian began coughing harshly, wailing his arms about briefly as he tried to catch in some air. He looked at her grimly.
"What the fuck was that for? Got dammit!", he belted at her angrily.
She rolled her neck and looked at them both with furrowed eyes, waiting momentarily until they recovered from her assault.
"You both are idiots...", she began softly, nonchalantly taking out a cigar from her purse and lighting it with a Betty Boop lighter. She took an uncaring puff, blowing some of the smoke into the Indian man's eyes and chuckling lightly as he winced and weezed.
"Clearly, you pair of porch monkeys are too incompetent to realize when your being watched.", she said blankly, her eyes jolting to meet with Charlie's. As she pointed her finger directly at him, her other hand slowly moved toward her mouth, allowing her to take another puff.
Charlie's heart began to palpitate and his mind began to race.
How could she have seen me?, he briefly thought. As clear as day and the with the expression on his face, he was suddenly afraid for his life.