Chapter 2.
When Arled got home he threw the card onto his desk, full of god knows what. His apartment was small, he liked them small just incase he ever needed to move to another state. There are only two rooms in the apartment, a main room and a bathroom. All he kept in the main room was his bed, a mini refrigerator, and a desk which his computer was placed on. You may think that his room looks bare, but actually you can't fit much more in it. The government doesn't know about these apartments. A friend of his runs them; there are only four apartments in the building. Jim, his friend, built the apartments in a barren field. It was nice staying there; you knew that you were safe when you were in your room.
Arled plopped down onto his clean and fresh bed. Arled is actually very messy, but he has stolen most of the stuff he has in his room, and whenever the stuff breaks or get's dirty he steals a new one. "Being a criminal was the life... and still is," Arled chanted to himself, "This is a joke that they expect me to, out of my own free will, show up someplace and do a job for the police themselves. Screw that! I'm my own man... I can leave the state and start fresh. I'll just avoid them, I'm good at that. No one stops Arled."
A rustling was heard from his bathroom. "What... was that?" Arled asked himself in confusion. He reassured himself that it was just a picture frame or something that fell down. Though he then saw the doorknob jiggle. "They found me..."
Arled jumped up from his bed and ran for the exit to his apartment, but that doorknob started to turn too! Arled ran back... his only escape was the window. He was about to run and open it but he saw the card. "I better take that... just in case." He swiped the card but after he did both doors of his apartment blasted open. "Hands up Arled! You're coming with us!"
After the cops shot him once again in the leg and slapped handcuffs on him, they threw him into the back of their car. To Arled's surprise, it wasn't a cop car. "Your FBI agents?" Arled stupidly asked. A man sitting next to him hit him in the hip with the butt of his gun.
The man shouted, "Shut up, you don't talk until were back at quarters"
They were silent the rest of the way.
After what seemed like hours, the car stopped. Though where it stopped there were no big buildings or cops wandering around, there were just houses. The car stopped in front of a light blue house. It was small, but was very nice looking with a large garden in front. "We get out here." An agent said. The agent pushed Arled out of the car violently. "Come with us." The group said.
Arled rose from the rocky driveway and brushed himself off. The group walked up to the blue front door and knocked three times, then stopped for a few seconds, and knocked three more times. The door creaked opened a crack, and the men spoke quietly for a few minutes. The door then opened wide, and a tall though somewhat chubby man wearing all black stood at the doorway. "So you are the so called Arled... come in quickly."
Arled walked up to the door, and an agent pushed him in. The house was dark in the main room, but every other room was lit. Most of the furniture was black, but it was very expensive looking. All of the electronic equipment he could see was huge and top of the line. He knew this because he had stolen some of these types of things himself. "Don't make yourself at home Mr. Arled, come with me." The very UN welcoming man told him.
The creepy man led him to another pitch black room, and told him to take a seat. "You think you can turn the light on, Mr...?" The man walked over to him. "There is no need to know my name, and there is no need for the light to be on. Just listen to me. It has come to my attention that you were going to back down from the operation, were you not?" Arled spoke, "No, I was go..." The man cut him off, "I do not want an answer! Just listen, you ARE going to do this. You ARE going to like it and you ARE going to succeed. If you do not succeed, we will all meet you in hell. Do you understand me!?" Arled spoke again, "Yes sir..." "SHUT UP, you do not speak to me, you just listen. In seven hours I will come back into this room. All you need to so for now is sit down and wait until I do, goodbye Mr. Arled."
This time Arled knew not to answer back. The man opened the door, walked out, and shut it. "What a hard ass. Who does he think he's the boss of here? Now I'm getting out of this room weather he likes it or not." Arled got up and started to feel around the room. He felt no furniture, light switch, or windows. Great, he was in a blank room. There was no way he was going get out of here, and he wasn't going to try the door because it was steel and locked shut from the outside. The only thing he could do was wait.
Hours passed. Arled didn't know how many, but it was more then 4 but not yet 7. He was guessing 5 and a half, but what did he know. He was stupid not to wear a watch. Being cooped out in the dark room was starting to get to him. Arled wasn't scared of the dark, not was he claustrophobic, but I think being shut in a dark, small room for 5 hours would start to annoy anyone. He had tried to sleep, but couldn't. He kept wondering what was going to happen after the seven hours passes. What was this mission that he had to do, why him anyway.
About 6 hours into his waiting, he heard the man mutter something to one of his agents. He couldn't make out what it was. The door gently opened, incase Arled was sitting next to it so he wouldn't be flattened by the heavy steel. The man in black walked into the room. Arled has decided to call him man in black, because he really didn't know anything about him but still needed a name for him. "It's time. Follow me."
Time passed faster then Arled thought because it was time to leave the prison he was locked in. The man led him back to the car Arled rode in before. "Get in the back, shut up. Agent Tuck and Agent Herr please get in the car and watch Mr. Arled for me." The car ride was even longer than the wait in the room. The man said nothing on the way, and when he thought Arled was about to he would raise his gun. This got Arled to shut up.
The car rode through plains, and cities, and suburban towns. Where it stopped was a police station, somewhere in Ohio. "We get out here." The man informed him. The two agents on either side of Arled grabbed him. The one on the left pulled him out of the car and then both of the agents met up and dragged him along. The police station was small. There was no need for a big one for such a small Ohio town. To the left and the right of him there were normal houses that looked very much like the man's house back in Florida.
Agent Herr and Agent Tuck brought Arled into the station and threw him onto the floor. The station was smaller on the inside then it looked like on the outside. The were blue seats lining two walls and there was a podium. To the left of the podium was an office door and to the right. The man walked up to the podium and spoke to the police man standing there for a second. After he was done, he turned around. "I'll be right back."
When Arled got home he threw the card onto his desk, full of god knows what. His apartment was small, he liked them small just incase he ever needed to move to another state. There are only two rooms in the apartment, a main room and a bathroom. All he kept in the main room was his bed, a mini refrigerator, and a desk which his computer was placed on. You may think that his room looks bare, but actually you can't fit much more in it. The government doesn't know about these apartments. A friend of his runs them; there are only four apartments in the building. Jim, his friend, built the apartments in a barren field. It was nice staying there; you knew that you were safe when you were in your room.
Arled plopped down onto his clean and fresh bed. Arled is actually very messy, but he has stolen most of the stuff he has in his room, and whenever the stuff breaks or get's dirty he steals a new one. "Being a criminal was the life... and still is," Arled chanted to himself, "This is a joke that they expect me to, out of my own free will, show up someplace and do a job for the police themselves. Screw that! I'm my own man... I can leave the state and start fresh. I'll just avoid them, I'm good at that. No one stops Arled."
A rustling was heard from his bathroom. "What... was that?" Arled asked himself in confusion. He reassured himself that it was just a picture frame or something that fell down. Though he then saw the doorknob jiggle. "They found me..."
Arled jumped up from his bed and ran for the exit to his apartment, but that doorknob started to turn too! Arled ran back... his only escape was the window. He was about to run and open it but he saw the card. "I better take that... just in case." He swiped the card but after he did both doors of his apartment blasted open. "Hands up Arled! You're coming with us!"
After the cops shot him once again in the leg and slapped handcuffs on him, they threw him into the back of their car. To Arled's surprise, it wasn't a cop car. "Your FBI agents?" Arled stupidly asked. A man sitting next to him hit him in the hip with the butt of his gun.
The man shouted, "Shut up, you don't talk until were back at quarters"
They were silent the rest of the way.
After what seemed like hours, the car stopped. Though where it stopped there were no big buildings or cops wandering around, there were just houses. The car stopped in front of a light blue house. It was small, but was very nice looking with a large garden in front. "We get out here." An agent said. The agent pushed Arled out of the car violently. "Come with us." The group said.
Arled rose from the rocky driveway and brushed himself off. The group walked up to the blue front door and knocked three times, then stopped for a few seconds, and knocked three more times. The door creaked opened a crack, and the men spoke quietly for a few minutes. The door then opened wide, and a tall though somewhat chubby man wearing all black stood at the doorway. "So you are the so called Arled... come in quickly."
Arled walked up to the door, and an agent pushed him in. The house was dark in the main room, but every other room was lit. Most of the furniture was black, but it was very expensive looking. All of the electronic equipment he could see was huge and top of the line. He knew this because he had stolen some of these types of things himself. "Don't make yourself at home Mr. Arled, come with me." The very UN welcoming man told him.
The creepy man led him to another pitch black room, and told him to take a seat. "You think you can turn the light on, Mr...?" The man walked over to him. "There is no need to know my name, and there is no need for the light to be on. Just listen to me. It has come to my attention that you were going to back down from the operation, were you not?" Arled spoke, "No, I was go..." The man cut him off, "I do not want an answer! Just listen, you ARE going to do this. You ARE going to like it and you ARE going to succeed. If you do not succeed, we will all meet you in hell. Do you understand me!?" Arled spoke again, "Yes sir..." "SHUT UP, you do not speak to me, you just listen. In seven hours I will come back into this room. All you need to so for now is sit down and wait until I do, goodbye Mr. Arled."
This time Arled knew not to answer back. The man opened the door, walked out, and shut it. "What a hard ass. Who does he think he's the boss of here? Now I'm getting out of this room weather he likes it or not." Arled got up and started to feel around the room. He felt no furniture, light switch, or windows. Great, he was in a blank room. There was no way he was going get out of here, and he wasn't going to try the door because it was steel and locked shut from the outside. The only thing he could do was wait.
Hours passed. Arled didn't know how many, but it was more then 4 but not yet 7. He was guessing 5 and a half, but what did he know. He was stupid not to wear a watch. Being cooped out in the dark room was starting to get to him. Arled wasn't scared of the dark, not was he claustrophobic, but I think being shut in a dark, small room for 5 hours would start to annoy anyone. He had tried to sleep, but couldn't. He kept wondering what was going to happen after the seven hours passes. What was this mission that he had to do, why him anyway.
About 6 hours into his waiting, he heard the man mutter something to one of his agents. He couldn't make out what it was. The door gently opened, incase Arled was sitting next to it so he wouldn't be flattened by the heavy steel. The man in black walked into the room. Arled has decided to call him man in black, because he really didn't know anything about him but still needed a name for him. "It's time. Follow me."
Time passed faster then Arled thought because it was time to leave the prison he was locked in. The man led him back to the car Arled rode in before. "Get in the back, shut up. Agent Tuck and Agent Herr please get in the car and watch Mr. Arled for me." The car ride was even longer than the wait in the room. The man said nothing on the way, and when he thought Arled was about to he would raise his gun. This got Arled to shut up.
The car rode through plains, and cities, and suburban towns. Where it stopped was a police station, somewhere in Ohio. "We get out here." The man informed him. The two agents on either side of Arled grabbed him. The one on the left pulled him out of the car and then both of the agents met up and dragged him along. The police station was small. There was no need for a big one for such a small Ohio town. To the left and the right of him there were normal houses that looked very much like the man's house back in Florida.
Agent Herr and Agent Tuck brought Arled into the station and threw him onto the floor. The station was smaller on the inside then it looked like on the outside. The were blue seats lining two walls and there was a podium. To the left of the podium was an office door and to the right. The man walked up to the podium and spoke to the police man standing there for a second. After he was done, he turned around. "I'll be right back."
