Disclaimer: I own nothing except the thoughts in my head!
This is my first shot at a fanfic, and is sort of a feeler, so please go easy on me! Any advice, guidance or help I will greatly appreciate!
Chapter One
Phil knew when he got up that morning that today was going to be interesting. He just had that kind of feeling. He got up at 6am as usual, jumped in the shower thenhad fruit loops for breakfast, washed down with a glass of Pepsi cola. "Hmmm nice start to my day", Phil thought out loud. At the sound of his voice, in wheeled Pooch, Phil's paraplegic dog. "Hey there little guy", said Phil as he bent over to stroke his pet. Pooch responded with a little bark and a lick to Phil's fingers. "Bet you're hungry right Pooch? Don't worry I'll sort you out right now". As he was pouring Pooch some water, his phone started ringing. "Hello?", he answered. "Hey, it's Vince. Change of plan. Don't bother with the office this morning, meet me at the PennyPenny café in an hour. We got us a little mission on our hands".
Phil decided to cycle from his little cottage to the café. He had just pulled into the sleepy little village of Westmore the week before, having been ordered by the big boss. Just like when he was in his native Chicago, he thought the ride would do him good. It gave him a chance to see all the surrounding cottages and maybe meet a couple of the neighbours along the way. He heard a lot of people talking about the huge house up on the hill and he was hoping to get a look at whoever lived up there. As he was cycling along he noticed that the ditch had started to over grow which was making him have to cycle further out on the road. "Someone really needs to take care of this", he thought to himself as he made his way along. All of a sudden he heard the rev of an engine and the beeping of a car horn. This startled Phil and he ended up cycling right up into the ditch. "Learn how to ride!" he heard a female voice shout out at him as the motor sped past. As Trent got up he saw that it wasn't a car but a white, dusty pick up truck and it was headed up the driveway to the big farm house on the hill. He kept watching and saw that there was three more SUV type vehicles up there, a quad and a small tractor. "Rich people", he mumbled while pulling his wreckage out of the ditch. "I should have just walked in the first place" he groaned as he began walking and carrying his carcass of a bike towards the village.