A/N, chapter...chapter...where the hell are you? I typed you up now I can't find you...File Not Found WTF! Hey thanks for the reviews so far I hope to please you.
Disclaimer: I don't care if you sue me...Oksy okay, don't sue me cuz I own noone but John Haymen.
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John waited patiently for the man to awake, after a few moments he began to stir.
"wha...whe...where am I?" He looked at his arms which were bound above his head in shackles. His back against a wall, the lights were out so whoever had taken him here didn't feel like being seen.
"What the fuck is this?" He shouted, trying to swing his body around but getting nowhere.
"Well, this is you're application for a job, Mr. Malango, or should I say The Rail Ghost." replied an icy voice from a dark corner of the room.
"Who are you? How do you know my name...what the hell am I doing here?" He asked in a panicy voice.
"You're here, Mr. Malango, because I would like you to help me." the voice said, footsteps started coming closer to him, finally the bound man saw his kidnapper. He had a black trenchcoat on, black gloves dark sunglasses and a hat covering his long brown hair. "You are a well educated man, you made a few mistakes in you're life, not bad, but nevertheless, you are not white washed." John spoke somewhat slowly. "You are here because you are going to be my buisness partner in something you'd be familar with."
The man breathed deep and exhaled fast, "No, I...I can't do it, I have a family-my wife and daughter-" "That's exactly where I was going Mr. Malango, your wife and child. You're wife is very caring of you isn't she Derek, hm it's funny, you don't look like a Derek to me." The man's expression slowly faded from fear to shock and confusion, this guy had to out of his mind.
"You're daughter is eight, sweet, darling little girl isn't she. Back to my point, what you all have in common is one thing...Survival. You see, there are several explosive devices in you're home I installed a day ago. If you do not comply with what I ask, they will become dust before you're very eyes, I'll make you watch them die, Mr.Malango and you'll wish I would kill you as fast as them, but no. I'll keep you alive, I'll make it last forever, I will tear each piece and part of you're entire family tree to shreds."
Derek Malango took this in slowly. His family was his gamble but he was the key player in this almost gamelike situation. Although he had already made up his mind the first second after the rules were explained, he took time to think it over one last time. "Time's up, what'll it be although I think we both know what it will be, haha."
Derek looked at the ground with his reply, "sigh,just tell me what to do you asshole."
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TheMystery Machine pulled in front of a corprate building, it was anBank called Pocket Money
"Well, this looks like the address."said Velma
"You have to be joking, this guy works at a bank?" Shaggy said laughing. Scooby began chuckling also. Fred looked at the address again before getting out. "Well, we're here for information and if C. L Magnos can't give us any, it will help us out."
They made their way inside the bank, looking to spot anyone else who they would recognize from past crimes.Fred andDaphne walked up to the counter for information.
"Hello, do you know if C. L Magnos is in today?" Daphne asked, the information employee began looking through the bank database.
"Magnos...Magnos...nno, he's out sick today. Would you be willing to come tommorow?" Fred gave a desperate sigh, Daphne quicky changed tactics, "Oh...Well do you have his address by any chance?"
"I'm afraid that's company buisness. I cannot divulge that information to the public.
Yeah I bet you can't you stupid little newbie Fred thought bitterly. They couldn't waste time for fear of the case going cold. He had to get a piece, a shred, a hair of information so that they could begin the search for clues, yet nothing had come through so far. They went back to headquarters to see who else they could talk to.
As evening drew late, Daphne stepped outside for a few minutes. She couldn't think with all these other thoughts pummeling her mind, what was she to achieve other than this? How could she help, When was Fred just going to ask her out? She heard the sliding glass door open up behind her.
"A bit chilly out here isn't it?" She turned her head to Shaggy who closed the sliding glass door behind him and walked over to her.
"Yeah, well I wasn't really bothered by it." she said
"No, it's something else that's troubling you isn't it?" Shaggy asked with a bit of concern in his voice.
"Well...okay, maybe there is a little thing bugging me, but it's not something you have to worry about, thanks though." She said, not trying to be rude, but she just didn't feel like giving Shaggy her problems.
A scratching noise behind them caught their attention. Scooby was pawing at the glass with one paw, his empty food dish in his mouth.
"I guess I'd better see to Scooby then...If you need anything just holler." Shaggy went back into the house and fed Scooby, leaving Daphne to wonder whether she should have told him or not.
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