Transplanted ch 1 - chapter title inspired by "It's a Great Day to Be Alive"- Travis tritt
Jerry brown was driving to work on his motorcycle listing to the radio. He was listening to this station hoping to hear a certain song. When that song was played it was the queue to call in to enter to win tickets for a local country music festival. He was particularly interested in these tickets because his neighbor was a big country music fan and he knew she would love the tickets. The song had not played on his way to work.
He was a taxi driver. He loved his job he liked meeting people going all different places. In fact he loved his whole life he had a good job sure it didn't pay a ton but he didn't care that much, he also had great friends and got along with his family. Sure he wasn't married or anything but he could wait.
He walked into the taxi service building. "How are ya jerry!" The receptionist said. "Doing great Adam, how about you!" He replied. "Good good ... Um Jerry, Cindy wants to talk with ya." Adam said nervously. "Oh okay." He headed up the stairs to his bosses office.
He knocked on the door. "Come in." He opened the door. "Oh Jerry take a seat!" Cindy (his boss) said excited. "Is my taxi okay." He said sitting down. "Yea, it's fine that's not what this is about." "Then what's it about?" He was getting nervous. "You won't be on route 16 anymore your moving to route 32." She said smiling. "Route 32!" Jerry said shocked and exited. Route 32 was the highest paying route. "Yup! We just have to go threw some paper work." Cindy said. The papers took two hours.
He walked down the stairs to the parking ramp with the taxis. "Well you look happy I'm guessing the meeting went well!" Adam said. "Yup! Got route 32 man!" Jerry said excited. "Awesome man we should go celebrate after work." Adam said. "Definitely!" Jerry put his personal belongings in his locker then reached his taxi and continued to route 32.
He turned on the radio hoping to get the tickets. Luckily they had not played the song yet. He saw There was a man waiting on a the side of the road he led his hand out Jerry pulled over. The man got in. "Where to?" Jerry asked. "Umm you know we're the Thomson library is?" The man replied. "Yea!" Jerry said. He was headed towards the library he heard a weird squeaking noise. "You hear that?" He asked the passenger. "Oh it's my phone." The passenger replied. "Oh okay." Jerry said not taking his eyes off the road.
Then suddenly the plastic partition separating the driver and passenger fell out of its bracket. Jerry hit the break. "You okay." He asked his passenger. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" The passenger said with a gun pointed at his driver. Jerry listened and put his hands. "EMPTY YOUR POCKETS." Jerry listened. His pockets were empty. "DON'T YOU GOT A PHONE OR WHALET." "It's in my locker at the office." Jerry said in a shaking voice. "GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY IN THE CAR." "There is none." Jerry said beginning to cry. "ITS ELEVEN HOW IS THERE NO MONEY." "I had a meeting this morning!" Jerry was breathing very heavily but the man with the gun remained calm. "I will drive you back to the office and get my wallet free of charge." Jerry said avoiding eye contact. "YOU'RE LYI…"
- (static) "taxi 344 respond." (Static) -
"DID YOU CONTACT SOMEONE!" "No it's the waki-Taki someone from the office calls when you stay put to long." Jerry said nervous. The passenger took the waki taki and threw it on the floor breaking it. "Please put the gun down. "WELL YOU DID ASK NICELY." The gunman said with an evil smirk.
(Bang)
