I was so shocked that I almost fell off my chair. I couldn't believe they
had captured him! He was usually surrounded by bodyguards at all times. And
to top it all off, he wasn't usually the one asking for help. I leaned back
heavily in my chair clutching my forehead with my sweaty palm. What was I
supposed to do? Usually when trouble came to visit me I had my crew with me
and was ready to take on anything. However, they were all away having the
vacation of their lives while I sat in my dimly lit room with a kidnapped
benefactor. Damn it Gene, think.
I pounded the desk with frustration as I tried to figure out how to save Fred. Save him? I'd have to locate him first. I smiled as my plan of action slowly entered my mind. I let my fingers fly freely across the keyboard, as I began to conduct a search to track down the location the video message had been sent from. After a couple of minutes of sifting through many possible phone numbers, I found one that seemed to fit. It was situated in a shady part of town near the outdated and abandoned airport. I quickly inputted the monitor number and tried to connect to the video phone. After about a minute, an error message popped up on the screen informing me that the connection hadn't been working for over a decade.
That couldn't be right. I sat back, contemplating while running my fingers through my ruby hair. My instincts told me it was from this district that Fred had called for help. It had to be. Someone must have tampered with it. Whoever had Fred was one sneaky bastard, and...I was beginning to enjoy it.
**Well I finally got around to updating. Sorry to whoever was waiting on me. You can always email me and bug me to write more it you want. I could use some motivation other than myself, and I would love to hear from you. Well see you next time. ^_^**
I pounded the desk with frustration as I tried to figure out how to save Fred. Save him? I'd have to locate him first. I smiled as my plan of action slowly entered my mind. I let my fingers fly freely across the keyboard, as I began to conduct a search to track down the location the video message had been sent from. After a couple of minutes of sifting through many possible phone numbers, I found one that seemed to fit. It was situated in a shady part of town near the outdated and abandoned airport. I quickly inputted the monitor number and tried to connect to the video phone. After about a minute, an error message popped up on the screen informing me that the connection hadn't been working for over a decade.
That couldn't be right. I sat back, contemplating while running my fingers through my ruby hair. My instincts told me it was from this district that Fred had called for help. It had to be. Someone must have tampered with it. Whoever had Fred was one sneaky bastard, and...I was beginning to enjoy it.
**Well I finally got around to updating. Sorry to whoever was waiting on me. You can always email me and bug me to write more it you want. I could use some motivation other than myself, and I would love to hear from you. Well see you next time. ^_^**