"Go to hell before I send you there myself"
All it took was a slight push and a kick in the groin for the bastard to fall flat facing the floor. His body splayed recklessly as she stepped over him and walked out. The music from the pirated CD playing inside the bootlegger's bar could still be heard from some distance outside; playing on a possibly stolen stereo. She pulled her leathered jacket on and zipped it up. Her cigarette bud was now on the ground where it happily died under the heel of her dark boots.
The mountains would transform by the night. The tourist knew better than to stroll around and watch the stars for their leisure after tea serving hours. If the noise from the brawl wasn't convincing enough the growls from the snow leopards and wolves would do the job.
The sun was relatively resilient this particular day, still would not retire to bed as if it was waiting on something or preventing something from happening. The reputable perseverance of time, however, was a far greater entity and with it brought the deviously youthful, inconstant moon. The sky was a palette of mint green and blue embedded with countless stars that waited in anticipation for the course of the night to begin.
"I knew my day was going too good to be true" she murmured to herself as she let out a little sigh.
"What was that you just said?" A coarse and loud voice echoes from behind her.
"Nothing" She rolled her eyes her back still facing him as she lit another cigarette.
"So you have anything for me?"
"Depends, what do you have for me?"
"You'll like this one. A client willing to pay you two grand hourly"
"Sounds desperate"
"Perhaps but we only care for the money now don't we"
She took lazily took a drag kicking a pebble of the edge of the mountain cliff.
"Your package is under the stereo inside"
"So we have a deal then? I'll let him know you're in"
"Sure"
She heard his steps fade away.
"Enrique," He said before heading into the bar
"His name is Enrique and the rest of the details are at your desk I left them there before coming here."
She wondered whether she had heard the name before. But it didn't matter. This was another job with the same old money involved and this is what really mattered at the end of any day.
She put her cigarette out.