Jack and Landa dress for their rendezvous with the "Cobbler". Landa provides Jack with some authentic Cuban style clothing...loose cream-colored slacks, a flowery shirt, brown loafers and of course a white brimmed hat with a brown band. Landa paints on a pair of bright yellow pants and a white blouse with a sash tied around her waist. She ditches her do-me spikes from the previous evening for a white pair of flats, which lowers the top of her head to about Jacks chin level.
Jack nods in approval, his mouth watering at the way the sheer cotton cloth adheres to her gorgeous ass, as well as the fact that she isn't wearing a bra; her delicious hard dark nipples marking their existence in the shear silky fabric of her blouse. Jack has a love affair with hard dark nipples!
"Just a couple on a stroll around town huh!" Jack quips.
Landa responds by winking. She flashes a sweet grin, and then works the slide on her Walther PPK, chambering a round. She expertly tucks it inside her waist sash, totally concealed from view. No one will suspect such a gorgeous little thing would be packing. Jack reaches under the pillow and pulls out his Glock, checking to ensure a round is chambered. He tucks it under his shirt in the small part of his back.
"Sure, don't want to use this if at all possible darling." He says with a bit of a glare at Landa.
"Senior Jack, just follow my lead, say nothing and I will conduct our business."
With that settled, they leave the apartment and slowly descend to the ground floor. Landa stops to listen at the entrance to the cobbler shop, nods at Jack, and proceeds through the door. She launches into a cacophony of Spanish with the short individual behind the counter. Jack can see that the slightly hunched over elderly man had a sharp eye. He is being studied closely as the cobbler trades pleasantries with Landa.
After much ado, Landa turns to Jack and says, "Senior Jack, please open your briefcase for the gentleman."
Jack places the briefcase on the counter and works the lock mechanisms. He opens the lid and slowly turns it to face the cobbler. The elderly man's eyes, no matter how much he attempted to conceal his excitement, seemed to be extremely pleased. After all, how often does a simple government go between seeing 4 million dollars all stacked in a neat little package.
The cobbler reaches out to touch the money and Lando slams the top down, almost catching his finders in the case. She looks at him and violently lets out a string of expletives. Translated as:
"Produce the documents that constituted the originally agreed upon deal old man!"
The cobbler reaches below the counter and produces 2 memory sticks, handing them to Landa.
She pulls out an electronic device and plugs the sticks into it, first one, then the other. She studies the screen for what seemed to be an eternity, but in reality, was about 2 minutes. She smiles, and reaches out to shake the cobbler's hand saying,
"Looks like we have a deal sir".
The cobbler smiles and reaches for the case. As he does, Landa pulls a silenced older semi auto from under her sash and puts 2 380 rounds in the cobbler's head. Jack watches in a state of confusion as the old man drops to the floor.
Landa, not batting an eye, says "Senior Jack, gather your briefcase and come with me."
They ascend the stairs to her apartment and where she grabs a kind of duffle bag from a closet and tells Jack to empty the briefcase into it. Jack opens the duffle, and it is full of cash. He dumps the contents of the briefcase in and zips it shut. Landa, starts spraying lighter fluid over everything. She tells Jack to head down to the ground floor and she continues to spray the flammable liquid. She enters the cobbler shop and coats the body and everything likewise. Joining Jack at the front door, she smiles and looks into his eyes.
"Ready to go Senior?" she says in her sexiest sultry voice.
Jack glares at her and nods intently as if to say, 'Are you freaking kidding me?'
