What's In The Briefcase In Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Peter pulled out a slim electronic device — a hacking tool he’d cobbled together. Minutes felt like hours as Peter bypassed the vault’s security system. The heavy steel door groaned open, revealing a dark, cavernous room. Inside, rows of filing cabinets, safe boxes, and locked briefcases filled the space. Peter’s hand hovered over a sleek black briefcase. “That’s it,” he said. Sarah reached out and opened it. Inside were ledgers, USB drives, and stacks of paper — all evidence of corruption, bribes, and hidden deals. Suddenly, a noise echoed from the entrance. Footsteps.

They all laughed, Then the men opened a silver briefcase, weapons of all kinds nestled inside. "You got the money?" His—I mean my associate stepped up with a black bag and unzipped it, revealing stacks of cash. "Well gentlemen, all that's left is to make the trade," he said. Just then, "Imposter!” I turned slowly. The target hoped into the room in his boxers, pointing a gun at me. “Never leave a man armed with his gun" he spat, “sweetheart" Shit! "Oh well," I said, as I slammed his associate’s head into the table.

His chest tightened suddenly, and his hands were shaking badly now, worse than before, that it took him three tries to get the briefcase open, the latches clicking loudly in the silence. Click. His fingers slipped. “Fuck.” He swallowed hard and tried again. Click. The second latch opened, and Noah inhaled sharply, then slowly lifted the lid, and froze, because what was staring at him from the inside of the briefcase was not two million dollars' worth of drugs, not even money or a gun, but a single textbook: Ross Business Ethics. There was nothing else in there, just a fucking textbook.

Others, the guards with arm rifles and hand pistols came out for help but it wasn't in use as they were in front of the two legends of the same department. Clark and Chief had a better choice to accomplish this mission without killing and without wasting someone's blood. And in just a couple of minutes they made a mountain of unconscious bodies of the security team. Garry is holding a gun in one hand and the other hand is holding a briefcase tightly, his hand and the handle of the briefcase are tied up with handkerchiefs. The briefcase might have something important hidden within it. I guess. Let's see what Professor is doing, but wait… Where is he? And why is Garry here in the palace!?

Nobody answered me and I was back to sulking. Don held the briefcase in his hand and opened it. My eyes rose in awe, the briefcase contained lots of portable weapons. I could make out daggers with different sizes and structure, some handguns and a rifle, chains, and a shock hook. Elijah picked up one of the handguns and a dagger, he moved to the table and pulled out the chair.

he mumbled against my mouth. Then his head fell back against the pillow and his arms dropped to his sides. I stayed still for a moment, listening to his breathing, that meant he was out cold I climbed off him and checked his pulse just to be sure cause I wasn't trying to kill anyone tonight. I went through his pockets first—wallet, phone, keys. The wallet had several credit cards and about three thousand in cash. I took the cash and left the cards. Less traceable that way. Then I turned my attention to the briefcase. It was still handcuffed to his wrist. I'd need to take the whole thing.

“About your education? I've talked to Mrs Stephen about it, so there's nothing to worry about. However, here's the big question: can I trust you?” “Do I have a choice?” I asked. “Not really.” he folded his arms across his chest, and shook his head. “What if I choose not to?” I asked. “You don't want your little secret to get out, do you.” he raised a brow. “No, I don't.” I said, dropping my head. “Good.” he said, and snapped his fingers. A young man walked up to our table with a briefcase in his grip. Conrad received the briefcase from him, and placed it on the table. He unlocked and turned it to me. In the briefcase were wads of cash.

The henchmen one by one, walked over to the table and put the briefcases down. “Antonio… ” The man seated down, his face concealed, finally spoke up, his gaze fixated on the four briefcases In Front of him. “You brought the merchandise.” Antonio nodded. “Yeah.” The man in the shadows didn't reply immediately. His gloved finger slowly traced the pattern of the leather on the briefcase. Finally, he spoke, his voice a low. "Open it.” Antonio glanced at Mario, who was standing beside him and signaled for him to open the briefcases. Mario walked over to the briefcases and opened them.

In a bungalow surrounded by men in suits, inside the building was Felix seated on the cushion with a stick of cigarette in his hand. He does this whenever he's so glad about a situation, but likely hates it when he's sad. He pulled out the gun in his pocket and dropped it on the cushion after taking a good look at it.

At this point, nothing would have surprised me. Slowly, I opened it. The first thing I noticed was the gun. My eyes landed on it immediately. The weapon rested neatly inside the briefcase beside several folders and loose documents. Oddly enough, it didn't shock me. Charles carried guns. His brothers carried guns. Half the people connected to them carried guns. Finding one inside his briefcase was probably the least surprising thing I could have discovered. "Okay," I said quietly. "That part makes sense." I looked away from the weapon and focused on the paperwork.