"Thomas, I need you," A voice sounded in his concealed microphone. It was Hort.

"For what?" Thomas asked.

"It's…your half-brother." Hort said under his breath.

"HIM? THAT SONOFABITCH?" Thomas yelled into the microphone.

"Yes…he says he wants to tell you something that might change your life," Hort informed Thomas.

"That," Thomas said, "is a load of crap." There was a quiet pause.

"Thomas…there's something important I have to tell you," his half brother's voice said.

"THAT'S BULLSHIT! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING OF ANY IMPORTANCE YOU LITTLE TWERP!" Thomas shouted.

"Thomas…I'm gonna tell you something…the crash…it wasn't your mom," His half-brother quietly said. Thomas scratched his head, confused.

"It was…mine that died…yours stayed over at my house," his half-brother said.

"WHAT THE HECK!!! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT!"

"She says…she wants to go back…to your house. Meet me at the Central Industrial Art center, I'm there already, with Hort,"

"Wait, Jake!" However, his half-brother had already hung up. He walked to his Ford , opened the heavy door and hopped in. Jamming the key into the ignition hole, the car roared to life. He swiftly dodged a car as he pulled onto the road. He slammed his foot on the accelerator. The car took off at lightning speed.


Thomas took a sharp right at the highway entrance ramp, barely missing a large Coke© truck. He stomped on his brakes, causing him to drift around a Lexus. Smoke clouds formed, clogging his throat and burning his eyes. He shut his eyes and swallowed. When he opened his eyes, a green minivan was no more than 100 feet away from him. He blasted his horn, and the minivan quickly turned left, crashing into the cement median. He ignored it and pressed on the gas pedal harder.

BEEP! BEEP! The air filled with shouts from angry drivers. "Get your licenses!" "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "My grandma drives better than you!" "Here's a life lesson: don't drop out of driving school!"

It was not long before a police car was after him. Thomas calmly pulled over, got out of his car, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black wallet. It flipped open. He was a CIA agent.