Chapter Four: Inconspicuous
The car swerved around the corner and Josh had to jump back to avoid getting hit. A man stepped out of the limo, a man with graying hair and very bad taste in clothes. Sloane. "Good job, Josh," said the man. "You have exceeded all my expectations. You may go now." "But-but what about her?" The boy stuttered. "Oh… she'll be all right, don't you worry. Now here's your paycheck… Is this what you expected?" The boys eyes widened at the amount of money. He couldn't possibly refuse an offer like this-- he would never have to deliver pizza again! He would never have to deliver anything again…
One of Sloane's goons silenced the guard with a well placed bullet. Josh fought with himself, trying to decide if this was the right thing. Truly, for the past three weeks, he had not just been delivering pizza, he had learned to like the girl, and he could swear that she liked him as well. "I'm coming."
"What? Dear boy, you cannot possibly think I'd let you come along… this is serious business…"
"Well fuck business! She won't trust you! She doesn't trust anyone! That's why you hired me in the first place, because she trusts me."
"Indeed. Well maybe you're right. I guess I could use another agent… get in the car."
Josh pondered the word 'agent' for awhile. Just who was this Sloane? That was all the man had told him. Because of the guard and other measures, Sloane had come to him, both because Brie trusted him and because he was inconspicuous. And easy to pasy off. But not that easy. Now Josh was coming along, because now he was eager to figure out more about this man, and the money was even more of an incentive.
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Sark stumbled around the room as his vision returned. Luke and Aubrey. Luke and Aubrey who? Who were these people? There was something so familiar about them, but he knew he was barely chipping the iceberg. It went much deeper than he thought.
Alas, a newly discovered problem of compartmentalization. The only explanation he could come up with was that he had tried to forget this, early on in his life. But why? Could he be Luke? If so, then who was Aubrey? His sister? But she was dead… wasn't she? All of a sudden Sark was jolted back to reality. If Aubrey was alive, and he hadn't known about it before, then… Sloane might have figured it out as well.
The car swerved around the corner and Josh had to jump back to avoid getting hit. A man stepped out of the limo, a man with graying hair and very bad taste in clothes. Sloane. "Good job, Josh," said the man. "You have exceeded all my expectations. You may go now." "But-but what about her?" The boy stuttered. "Oh… she'll be all right, don't you worry. Now here's your paycheck… Is this what you expected?" The boys eyes widened at the amount of money. He couldn't possibly refuse an offer like this-- he would never have to deliver pizza again! He would never have to deliver anything again…
One of Sloane's goons silenced the guard with a well placed bullet. Josh fought with himself, trying to decide if this was the right thing. Truly, for the past three weeks, he had not just been delivering pizza, he had learned to like the girl, and he could swear that she liked him as well. "I'm coming."
"What? Dear boy, you cannot possibly think I'd let you come along… this is serious business…"
"Well fuck business! She won't trust you! She doesn't trust anyone! That's why you hired me in the first place, because she trusts me."
"Indeed. Well maybe you're right. I guess I could use another agent… get in the car."
Josh pondered the word 'agent' for awhile. Just who was this Sloane? That was all the man had told him. Because of the guard and other measures, Sloane had come to him, both because Brie trusted him and because he was inconspicuous. And easy to pasy off. But not that easy. Now Josh was coming along, because now he was eager to figure out more about this man, and the money was even more of an incentive.
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Sark stumbled around the room as his vision returned. Luke and Aubrey. Luke and Aubrey who? Who were these people? There was something so familiar about them, but he knew he was barely chipping the iceberg. It went much deeper than he thought.
Alas, a newly discovered problem of compartmentalization. The only explanation he could come up with was that he had tried to forget this, early on in his life. But why? Could he be Luke? If so, then who was Aubrey? His sister? But she was dead… wasn't she? All of a sudden Sark was jolted back to reality. If Aubrey was alive, and he hadn't known about it before, then… Sloane might have figured it out as well.