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Two moonlight shaped orbital, in yellow, pierced the gloom. It was a black Cadillac moving with an intense slow pace. It turned left towards the 9th Avenue Street and kept on moving rather straight before stopping abruptly in its tracks. Lights went off and the engine growled before becoming dead. The driver was trying very hard to make as little noise as possible. There was it again, the same awful silence. Slowly the doors opened, and two men in long black overcoats, crept out. With a slight nod of recognition from both ends, they closed their doors silently behind them and walked to the front of the car. Leaning their backs against the bonnet, one of them drew a cigar from the inner pocket of his coat and lit it. He tried to make a ring out from his trachea, but instead chocked on the smoke and started coughing. The other spoke, waving his hand in mid air, looking disgruntled
“Hey! Tom, do you have any rational reason for smoking this damn thing?”
“You’ll never know the real charm of it,” Tom replied, heaving a sigh.” I have just got a little tragic tale behind this little Cigar…It saved my life once. So –“
“So you feel satisfaction…doing this before every sordid business, right?” Sam said, obviously.
“How did you come to know it?” Tom said, smiling broadly
“That’s because you have already told me this story a hundred times.” He said.
“And believe me this thing will be the one taking your good for nothing life one day.” He added hoarsely.
At this, Tom argued no further but just chuckled softly.
“Hmm”, Tom said, looking at his watch, thinking hard. He gave a quick glance at the end of the street and back to his watch again.
“Any moment now, I guess?” Sam asked nervously.
“Yeah, but don’t know what’s taking them so long”
“There might be some problem… perhaps may be a change in plans.”
“Nah,” Tom murmured, shaking his head,” These people are professionals .They know their work and wanted the job to be done as soon as possible. The police might be still at his house …that sly Rat, Brandon …I get an heart attack each time I think that he must be vomiting loads of information .”
‘Yeah I can bet 1 to 10 on that”. Sam said, nodding in agreement. He paused and then added slowly,” But it still makes me wonder why Don wasn’t willing to send one of the Family guys for this job-“
“That’s just because he didn’t want to arise any suspicion among the police that we were trailing that smooth son of a *****.”
“May be.-“
Sam never finished. A car had arrived at the far end of the pavement beside the old oak tree. It was a Black sedan. It stopped and stood there as if making out its visitants.
“Keep very still” Tom whispered, his eyes staring fixedly at the car,” Whatever you do just don’t move an inch.”
Then it happened. It blinked its lights three times which stole through the rustling leaves falling on to the snow. There was a loud screech and a blurred cloud of snow and leaves rose between the tires. And in the next second the car was nowhere to be seen.
“This is it,” Tom said quickly,” It’s our signal. Let’s move.”
“Hey wait up. You sure it’s one of your people-“
“Damn sure.” Tom replied firmly, tugging at Sam’s arm.
RATE RATE? This is my another Id .so posting the same question again because of your limited responses PLEASE PLEASE RATE
Tell me what do you say about this?HELP IS APPRECIATED.?
It's a part of a novel written by me.i am about to get it published.What do you think of this?Any problems other then grammatical errors or punctuation.Rate it please.It's the beginning
.HELP ME ease out my problem and do, do, do RATE THIS.Two moonlight shaped orbital, in yellow, pierced the gloom. It was a black Cadillac moving with an intense slow pace. It turned left towards the 9th Avenue Street and kept on moving rather straight before stopping abruptly in its tracks. Lights went off and the engine growled before becoming dead. The driver was trying very hard to make as little noise as possible. There was it again, the same awful silence. Slowly the doors opened, and two men in long black overcoats, crept out. With a slight nod of recognition from both ends, they closed their doors silently behind them and walked to the front of the car. Leaning their backs against the bonnet, one of them drew a cigar from the inner pocket of his coat and lit it. He tried to make a ring out from his trachea, but instead chocked on the smoke and started coughing. The other spoke, waving his hand in mid air, looking disgruntled
“Hey! Tom, do you have any rational reason for smoking this damn thing?”
“You’ll never know the real charm of it,” Tom replied, heaving a sigh.” I have just got a little tragic tale behind this little Cigar…It saved my life once. So –“
“So you feel satisfaction…doing this before every sordid business, right?” Sam said, obviously.
“How did you come to know it?” Tom said, smiling broadly
“That’s because you have already told me this story a hundred times.” He said.
“And believe me this thing will be the one taking your good for nothing life one day.” He added hoarsely.
At this, Tom argued no further but just chuckled softly.
“Hmm”, Tom said, looking at his watch, thinking hard. He gave a quick glance at the end of the street and back to his watch again.
“Any moment now, I guess?” Sam asked nervously.
“Yeah, but don’t know what’s taking them so long”
“There might be some problem… perhaps may be a change in plans.”
“Nah,” Tom murmured, shaking his head,” These people are professionals .They know their work and wanted the job to be done as soon as possible. The police might be still at his house …that sly Rat, Brandon …I get an heart attack each time I think that he must be vomiting loads of information .”
‘Yeah I can bet 1 to 10 on that”. Sam said, nodding in agreement. He paused and then added slowly,” But it still makes me wonder why Don wasn’t willing to send one of the Family guys for this job-“
“That’s just because he didn’t want to arise any suspicion among the police that we were trailing that smooth son of a *****.”
“May be.-“
Sam never finished. A car had arrived at the far end of the pavement beside the old oak tree. It was a Black sedan. It stopped and stood there as if making out its visitants.
“Keep very still” Tom whispered, his eyes staring fixedly at the car,” Whatever you do just don’t move an inch.”
Then it happened. It blinked its lights three times which stole through the rustling leaves falling on to the snow. There was a loud screech and a blurred cloud of snow and leaves rose between the tires. And in the next second the car was nowhere to be seen.
“This is it,” Tom said quickly,” It’s our signal. Let’s move.”
“Hey wait up. You sure it’s one of your people-“
“Damn sure.” Tom replied firmly, tugging at Sam’s arm.