Novel & Cerita The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction

Cassian and Max exchanged a look. "Did you get them?" Cassian asked him. Max nodded, and picked up a slim box I hadn't even noticed at the side of the table. It was a sleek looking briefcase, and Max flipped it open. There were indeed weapons inside. Guns, to be exact, with a line of silver bullets below them. My eyes widened. "Where did you get those?!" Max smiled secretly. "I have my ways." I glanced at Cassian, who looked as though he was expecting this.

he said reaching for under his bed but Elijah didn't like his movement as he thought he was reaching for a weapon underneath the bed. “Slowly! Unless I will blow your fucking brains off," Elijah threatens. “Please don't shot me. It's the briefcase I want to bring," he said then slowly he brought out the briefcase underneath the bed and placed it on the bed. “Open it," Elijah said still pointing his gun on him and in a panic mode Mr Benjamin insert the codes that unlocked the case. There was a wide smile that spread across Elijah's face and that of his men when they saw the contents of the briefcase. Stacks of 100 dollar bills.

A nice, balanced breakfast for her special day. But as I enter the kitchen, not only do I see breakfast is already made and waiting, but there is also a large package resting on the table next to yet another copy of the work contract. “Stubborn man,” I smirk as I push the contract away and lift the lid of the box. Inside is a fine leather briefcase, the kind that looks more like a purse, with a long strap and a flap that locks with a shining brass buckle. On a brass plate, my name, Addison Archer Stone, is engraved.

Then the train passed. The platform was empty. Except for a small black briefcase sitting on a bench. Lucas approached it. He didn't touch it. Instead, he called Xavier. “Xavier.” “Yes, Milord.” “There is a briefcase in front of me.” “Don't touch it.” “I wasn't planning to.” “We're scanning it.” A few seconds passed. “No explosives detected.” Lucas approached. The briefcase had no lock. He opened it. Inside was a photograph. Lucas picked it up.

“It is most certainly not a snuff movie. It’s something far more deadly than you obviously realise. I see now it was a mistake to have made this for you and for that reason I cannot allow you to take it.” “What?! Now wait a minute, you have no idea what I’ve been through to get this to you.” “I can guess.” Jimmy held up the briefcase. “I brought a small fortune. Do you know how difficult it was to get the bank to hand this over in cash?” “It’s never easy to get a bank to hand anything over. It’s why I seldom deal with them.” “Please, you can’t do this. Not when I’m so close. It’s not for me, there’s this woman you see . . . ”

She couldn't find an open pharmacy so she just went back to her apartment. As she went inside her room, she kept cursing and cursing as she pours alcohol all over it. She wiped and covered it with a clean cloth. Ember slid down to the side of her bed and groaned. Closing her eyes for a while, she tried to remember the man holding a rifle and the man holding a briefcase. The one with a briefcase left first while the rifleman was still inside the building. Ember was oblivious by the number of men inside the building but it can’t be greater than five. The briefcase, she deduced, is the product. But what was inside it?

Martin said, opening the briefcase. Bryce looked into the briefcase which had lined up bundles of cash. He picked the top bundles and it was all cash. He pulled a bundle from below and it was a couple of dollar bills at the front and back, but in the middle were cut-out pieces of paper which were the same size as the real dollar bill. "This would do. We will have limited time. Make sure you get the police to the scene within the time frame," Bryce said to Martin. "Yes sir," Martin acknowledged.

First of all, these men have briefcases which probably have guns or money; either of which I didn’t want to deal with. I tapped the shoulder of one of my colleagues. He knows what to do in case Ms. Nam insists to see me. The men followed me to the conference room. I only closed the door but when I turned to the table, the briefcases were laid open… I was right. Money. Then they opened the other briefcase… I was right again. Gun.

“I didn't call you here to fight me, Harrison. Cheer up will ya? I called you because we scored big, man. Remember that last kid, he fetched us a good sum of money!” I followed his movement as he walked back to his chair and pulled up a briefcase. My eyes narrowed when Finn Barlow dropped the briefcase on the desk and turned it to me, slowly for effect. And boy, it definitely had the right damned effect. Money. Hard, new, fresh bills were stacked in the briefcase, teasing my nose with that new money smell. My eyes widened and I slowly approached the case, wishing to death that Barlow was not playing one of his nasty tricks on me.

I looked in a mirror and noticed a symbol on my neck, it was the same symbol on the briefcase. “Get dressed, we're going hunting,” he said as he left the room. I put on the suit and opened the briefcase, there was a glowing box inside it and 5 packs of silver bullets. A dark man walked into the room and studied me for a while, before handing me a sandwich. “Come with me,” he said as he walked out of the room. I stuffed the sandwich in my mouth and followed him.