Here's another excerpt from my book:

"My main brand is Marlboro, usually Red Label, though I am keen to Pall Mall's. A classy way to commit suicide."

"What?"

"It's something that Kurt Vonnegut once wrote." he said lighting his cigarette with a Zippo lighter. "I smoke around four or five cigarettes a day. I'm not one of those pack-a-day smoker."

Greg took a drag and let smoke run from his mouth. Katie took a sip of her tonic.

"Greg, what were you doing taking a walk in the middle of the night?"

"It's for my insomnia. My asshole of a psychiatrist won't give me any medication for it and suggests that I see support groups. I attended one meeting, and these guys were all twitchy and strung out like a bunch of mainliners. My preferred method of getting asleep isn't working."

"And that is?"

"Taking a hot bath with some epsom salt added in. It's said that epsom salt is a muscle relaxant."

"Interesting." Katie said downing her cocktail. She got up, but Greg stopped her.

"Don't worry, I'll get you another round. You want the same thing?"

"This time, I'll take T and T with a bit of lime added in."

"Gotcha."

Greg returned to the bar where he noticed that Charlie was already mixing Canada Dry Tanqueray gin over three ice cubes in a highball glass. The man had the ears of a fox. He squeezed half a lime into the glass and handed it to Greg.

"This one's on the house."

"Thanks."

"You know, you're really taking a shine to this girl."

"Well, I saved her from getting mugged. The least I can do is buy her a drink."

He returned to the table and handed the glass to Katie. "Now, where were we?"

"Katie, you fucking unfaithful bitch!"

The two turned towards the entry way to see a man in sweatpants and an A-shirt covered with grease. He had a buzz cut and green eyes. A tattoo of a hammer and sickle was on his right bicep with another tattoo of a marijuana leaf underneath it. He was extremely thin, so thin that you could see his ribs. He angrily approached their table.

"What the fuck are you doing with this motherfuckin' motherfucker? He's some fuckin' gigolo, isn't he?"

"Paul-"

"You fuckin' cheated on me after everything I done for you!" he screamed, smacking her across the face.

"That was fuckin' uncalled for, you fuckin' prick!" Greg screamed.

"Fuck you, you motherfuckin' motherfucker. You keeping her warm at night? You fuckin' eating her out?"

"I just met her twenty five goddamn minutes ago. I can already tell she's in a dysfunctional relation with a jackass that treats her like trash!"

"Fuck you!" screamed Paul, about to punch Greg. Greg grabbed his fist, twisted Paul's arm, and forced him down on his knees.

"You know what I think of you? I think you're just a punk ass, haiku writing motherfucker who thinks he's hot shit. I can tell by your dilated pupils that you're on so much blow that you can't feel a thing. Can you feel this?"

He let go of Paul's arm and kicked him to the ground. Paul got up and took out a linoleum knife. Greg immediately drew a .45 from underneath his jacket, shot the knife out of Paul's hand, and pinned him against the wall. He placed the muzzle of the gun in Paul's mouth.

"Please, enlighten me: why the fuck do street punks like you carry around knives? The gun is superior to the knife. Guns are the wave of future. Get it through your head."

He took the .45 out of Paul's mouth and approached Katie. "He won't bother you again. I'll take you home."

"My home is Paul's apartment."

"Then you can stay at mine."

Same thing goes for Mila Kunis.

But I wouldn't mind Mila Kunis being in my jacket pocket. If Elijah Wood found his way in their, I'd have to burn my jacket and buy a new one

I imagine this song playing during the love scene between Greg and Katie:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1YI8QeKGWo

Swordfish, what do you think of that idea I messaged you about the other day?

I think Van Zyl should cover the guard's mouth before stabbing him with the Kukri and Greg should deliver the lobotomy with his suppressed Kimber.

And then van Zyl whispers angrily "Did I not just tell you: don't use your gun, it's too loud", although that would be better suited for him to say with one of his mercs

This is what Greg's Somali attire is suppose to look like:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUHqPRiZ0w...tors-pic-6.jpg

I think cooper should say something racist to macdiesel then mac kicks his ass, and sean stops him, then takes over, hitting cooper while hes down.

Nothing like the good ole ultra violence, eh droog?

esecially when its soembody who deserves to be hit.

And while Greg's watching this he begins to whistle "In Dreams".

Here's more from my book:

The two left the bar and Greg hailed a cab. "Take us to Eastern Springs Condominiums." he said. The cab driver had a Jheri curl haircut and wore thick horn-rimmed glasses. Greg took a drag on his cigarette and looked out the window. Katie rested her head on her shoulder. Twenty five minutes later, they arrived at Eastern Springs Condominiums. Greg paid the cabbie with a twenty rand bank note and lead Katie up the stairs. They stopped at a door marked 217. Greg took a key out of his back pocket and opened the door. The inside didn't look like a bachelor's apartment. The entry way lead to a kitchen where the refrigerator, stove, and microwave were items ordered from an IKEA catalog. Beyond that was the living room. A sofa was placed in front of a glass coffee table with a few magazines and an ashtray on top of it. Underneath the coffee table was an oriental rug. In front of the coffee table was a small table with a twenty inch color television on top of it.

Greg placed his keys, wallet and handgun on the coffee table and removed his jacket. He wore a shoulder holster underneath the jacket. He placed the jacket on the back of a chair and entered his bedroom. It had olive green colored shag carpeting and the walls were painted tan. He had a bed with a wood frame, cherrywood dresser, and a nightstand on the bed's right side. Two avant grade painting hung above the bed. Katie walked into the room with a look of awe on her face.

"How can you afford all of this?"

"It's not actually mine. A friend of mine owns the place and he lets me use it. The washroom is to your right. You can have the bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

Katie entered the washroom and took off her shoes. She turned the knobs on the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Something then caught her attention. In her reflection she saw that she had a large bruise on her arm. She had gotten it from Paul. Paul had treated her like trash. He had beaten her out of anger or when he was drunk. When she got him angry, he would threaten her with the linoleum knife. She began to cry at the memories of abuse.

Greg was in the process of changing his shirt when he had heard her sobbing. He walked over to the restroom to see Katie sitting on the edge of the bathtub, weeping. She noticed him, got up, hugged him, and cried into his shoulder. "Its Paul, isn't it?" he asked. Katie nodded. "Don't worry. He won't harm you ever again. I've intimidated him. The stupid bastard 's probably never seen a gun before. If he even touches a hair on your head, he's a dead man."

Katie removed her head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. His dreamy hazel eyes twinkled at her. She kisses him on the lips. Her lips were soft and sweet. He stared at her for a moment, and then kissed her back. They began to embrace and moved into the bedroom. He unbuckled his pants and she took off her shirt. They laid down on the bed and embraced again. They hugged and kissed each other. He whispered into her ear: "I'm just a happy camper. Rockin' and a-rollin' and whatever."

They continued on, both breathing heavily. They were now stripped down to their undergarments. He kissed her on the nose, and she kissed him on the forehead. At last, they both climaxed and laid on the bed.

This is Katie's theme:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st7QBBKz8DU&NR=1

I've decided to recast a few of the characters:

Pieter Van Zyl - Mark Strong

http://goodthemovie.com/wp-content/u...ark_strong.jpg

Cooper - Jared Leto

http://30stm.co.cc/images/music98.jpg

Lynn - Kristen Stewart

http://static.reelmovienews.com/imag...wart-image.jpg

Dude, I loved Mark Strong in RocknRolla!

If Liev Schreiber isn't available, then my second choice for Ares is Russell Crowe.

I thought you guys would all rip on me for casting Kristen Stewart in my book.

We don't know who she is

Twilight Chick

Really? I didn't know that

I've decided to add a scene in a book that takes place between the arrival at Cape Town and the offer of the job. Greg is alone in his apartment. He has become bored and cynical due to his time in Uganda. He's just taken a shower and looks in a mirror. He then delivers his own "You talkin' to me?" in Afrikaans (and it's untranslated). It's inspired from a scene in La Haine where the character of Vinz (played by Vincent Cassel) does a similar thing.

This is the untranslated speech:

Jy talkin 'na my toe? Toe wat die hel anders is jy met jou praat dom motherfucker? Ek is die enigste ander goddamn persoon wat hier. So jy moet talkin 'aan my, jy slim fuck.

Here's my shortlist for my Mercenaries:

Greg:

Elijah Wood
Jake Gyllenhaal

Ares:

Liev Schreiber
Gerald Butler

Rocco:

Wilmer Valderrama
Said Taghmaoui

My only choice for Katie is Mila Kunis.

Johnny:

James Franco
Joseph Gordon Levitt
Jeremy Renner
Ian Somerhalder

What are your picks for my shortlist?

To all the Elijah Wood haters, this guy is my ideal Greg, so suck it up!:

http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/wp-co...lijah-what.jpg