The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Massive bookshelves lined the walls, filled with textbooks on advanced computer engineering and global economics. I walked over to his large desk. On it sat three computer monitors and stacks of neatly organized business files. But what caught my eye wasn't on top of the desk. It was tucked underneath, partially hidden behind a leather trash bin. It was an old, scratched leather briefcase. It looked completely out of place in this hyper-modern, luxurious office. It looked exactly like the cheap briefcase Ethan had saved up to buy right before he left for his business trip five years ago. My heart skipped a beat. I knelt on the plush carpet, pulled the briefcase out, and lifted it onto my lap

On top of it, inside a thick glass case, sat the matte-silver briefcase. A small amber light on the front of the case pulsed slowly, like a quiet heartbeat. Victoria De Luca stared at the briefcase. A wave of pure, hot anger rushed through her. Her body went stiff under her black silk gown. “There it is.” Her own weapon, sitting under the stage lights like a cheap piece of stolen jewelry, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder in a room full of criminals. Beside her, Giordano Salvatore sat up straight, his eyes locking onto the stage. The playful look on his face was completely gone.

They opened fire on him but he leapt forward getting hold of another which he threw straightway into the ceiling. He growled loudly and his eyes became red causing the men to drift back in fear. He gnashed his fangs and pulled at them attacking them with his claws. The last man too to his heels with a briefcase as Shane dropped the body of the men whoose throat was ripped. The person with the briefcase raced out of the warehouse quickly and threw the briefcase into the passengers seat of a red Sedan. He got into a vehicle and start the ignition quickly. "C'mon!". He cursed loudly.

While I am looking around, my eyes suddenly stopped on their cabinet, so I decided to open it and when I did, I found something inside and that is like a brief case. I opened it and I am kind of shocked to see that it is a case that contains a lot of weapons, there are different kinds of knives and pistols and I know that I need to bring that brief case even if it will be hard for me to carry. After I put it beside my back pack, that is the moment that I have seen an envelope. I grabbed the envelope and then I saw my name on it and obviously it is for me so, I opened it and I started reading its contents.

“We live in dangerous times. But with your continued dedication, I have no doubt the Bureau will remain the unshakable pillar of justice it has always been. Together, we will continue to protect, to serve, and to uphold the values that make this nation great.” But then—the screen behind her flickered. Just for a moment. Barely noticeable. And then the first image appeared. Not a graduating class from Quantico. Not a drug bust. Not a handshake. But a grainy, timestamped photo of a Fitzgerald handing over an envelope thick with cash to a man whose face was unmistakably that of a cartel leader. The crates of unmarked weapons in the background were impossible to miss. Director Whittaker continue

Grant told him as we entered the house. Fred led us to a lounge area, and we all sat down, as soon as we were seated Fred pulled out a briefcase and placed it on the table in front of us. “This is all the small pistols I currently have” He opened the case and I looked at the guns in shock. I was so used to all the big guns the boys had that I did not even realise they made guns this small. I picked up a small black gun that had diamonds going down the handle, as soon as I picked it up both Grant and Ryan started laughing. “What?” I asked confused “Is this not a good gun?”

"Someone bring a table" We got to the back and I pointed at the spot I wanted the bastard to sit. "What do you want to do with me!" "Giving you a memorable end. A lavish end". The table was brought and placed in front of him. "Release his arms. I need his hand on the table". I pointed at Axel and the thug with the money briefcase and they both dropped it on the table. "The contents of this briefcase will give you everything you've always wanted. You feel you lost your money to me? So you came to steal mine. Right?" I could hear his low growl.

The man laughs, and I signal Giovanni to put down the gun. He obeys, and in a moment, he is back in his position, as still as a log. "I see. You have done your homework on me." "The man who'd rather lose his life than his dick isn't hard to come by." I lean back into the couch. He signals to one of his guards, and he brings a briefcase and drops it on the table. The minister unlocks the case and flips it open. He swivels the case and turns its open side to me.

He stopped at the sight of the briefcase that was on the floor and he turned to face Chloe. “Didn’t expect to see a briefcase did you?” Syke frowned. “Not at all,” Chloe confessed. “Thought that would be a coffin. Let’s check it out at once.” Syke threw the shovel into the sand and Chloe took the briefcase in her hand. They looked at each other for a minute and then Chloe took the shovel. “Let’s do it yeah?” Syke nodded. Chloe hit the shovel on the briefcase with lol the force she could muster and the lock on it broke away and the briefcase opened up revealing thousands of old dollar notes.

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