Kenny propped himself up on the hotel bed and ran a hand through his damp hair. His eyes were glued to the playboy Eric had given him to occupy himself while Eric was showering. "Ooh, nice," he flipped the page and smirked at one particularly large breasted girl.
"Kenny," Eric called to him from the bathroom. "Did you call Clyde yet?"
Kenny nodded, then upon realizing Eric couldn't see him, called back. "I called him five minutes ago. He proved you right. He was telling Token about what he was doing."
Clyde Donovan was a trusty lackey of Eric's and had been since they'd started going on heists. Eric had trusted subordinates located all over the USA and even some parts of Canada and they had all stayed loyal throughout the years, but Kenny knew that was because they were scared. They were scared of their sadistic boss. See, if there was one thing Kenny McCormick knew, it was that Eric did not make it easy to leave. If someone tried, he'd have their balls in a salad maker faster than they could blink. This sole reason was why people stayed loyal.
Clyde Donovan, however, did not fall into this category. For some insane reason, he wanted to be on Eric's side and it was a thought Kenny found strange. Even if he'd found an out, he wouldn't take it. Kenny wondered if he would choose an opportunity to leave his friend if he could. Really, because they were so close, Eric probably wouldn't do anything if he tried to leave. What could he do? Kenny was his own person and Eric knew that.
"Token's been leaking information to Wendy, but Clyde says it's not because he has a grudge against you or anything."
"Then why the hell is he doing it?" Eric hissed.
"Because, he's trying to get Clyde back on a straight path. a path that doesn't lead to possibly jail time or some shit like that, you know?"
"What a little pussy."
"Clyde's still staying on your side though, he told me."
"Good."
"Eric, what are we gonna do about Token, exactly?"
"We have to take care of him by taking care of Clyde first," he said. "We need to tell him to stop speaking to Token about everything."
"But they're best friends. Do you really think it's going to be that easy?"
"It depends. If we don't run into Wendy Testacleburger anymore, we'll know he's shutting up. If we do run into her, then we'll have to take things to the next level, understand?"
Kenny sighed, "Yep."
"I have to make a phone call now, so do whatever you want. I'll be back later with some food. Just lay low for the time being," Eric grabbed his coat and pulled it over his arms.
"Who are you calling?"
"Just someone I've been itching to talk to," and with that, he opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving Kenny to his thoughts. He walked down the hallway of the hotel and toward the elevator. He pushed the button and waited impatiently for the doors to open. When he was about to check his watch, the doors opened and he quickly walked inside, not paying any attention to who was inside.
"Eric, hey," a small chuckle came from behind him. He turned to face none other than Ike Broflovski.
"Oh, Ike, man, what's up?"
"Nothing. Actually, I was visiting Filmore. His family is staying here for the weekend."
"I see," Eric said. "But you're kind of far from South Park, aren't you? Isn't your mom worried?"
"Nah, she thinks I'm staying over at a friend's for the day and Kyle's too busy with his cases. You know that, though, don't you?" he smiled.
Eric couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "Hm."
The elevator door opened and Ike gave Eric a pat on the shoulder before leaving, "See you around."
"Yeah, see you," Eric watched the teenager leave as the doors closed once more. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot on the ground. When the doors to the lobby finally opened, he raced outside and passed the front desk in search for a payphone. He couldn't call from his real phone in case he was being tracked.
He walked quite a while before he came across a payphone far enough from the hotel, then grabbed a napkin from his pocket and picked up the phone with it. He dialled the correct number and waited.
"South Park Department of Investigation, how may I help you?"
Eric rolled his eyes. Of course Wendy had to be the one to answer. He cleared his throat and disguised his voice, "May I speak to Detective Broflovski, please?"
"...One moment."
He relaxed, letting out a sigh.
"Hello, Detective Broflovski speaking. How many I help you?" Kyle's voice sounded tired and upset; somehow, it made Eric feel strange. Why did he sound so tired; so upset?
"Kahl, you sound so tired. You finally ready to call it quits?"
"Cartman!" his previous tiredness wore off almost immediately when he heard the other male's voice. "What the hell are you doing calling me here? What are you-"
"Ssh, don't be so feisty, Kahl," he grinned. "All in due time. I just thought you might want to know that I haven't given up yet. I'll give you a heads up, though. I'm going after my ten million this time and this time, I'm going to get it."
Kyle let out an exasperated noise. He seemed speechless, just how Eric liked him. After a short silence, he spoke up again, "I'm going to catch you."
"You're a broken record, babe," Eric said. "You always say you will, but you never do. If you're going to catch me, then catch me. Prove that you're not just a pathetic Jew Rat and actually find me."
Kyle gritted his teeth, "Fuck you, you fat piece of shit."
"I'm not fat, god damn it!" Eric coughed, regaining his composure.
Eric could hear Kyle working with the computer on the other end and decided he'd best hang up. "Well, I'll talk to you later. Give the force my regards," he chuckled, hanging up the phone before Kyle could reply. He loved their little exchanges.
"Ah," he strode down the sidewalk and took a deep breath. So far, this operation was running just how he wanted it to.