Thanks for continuing to read, I am finally getting the plot started. Also towards the end of chapter there is some sexual content, not explicit but just warning you to skip through if you don't want to read it.
Brad thought quickly, his brain dropping into that cerebral mode whenever he was threatened. It was an animal instinct type response but perhaps had a little more animal in him than most people. He dragged Carver dead carcass towards him before ripping the clothes off Carver's body, survival of the fittest, Darwinism as Lester was fond of saying. Brad started at the top pulling off the orange ski coat and then descended towards onto the worn blue jeans. Brad then took off his hospital gown and put on Carver's clothes. A few minutes later Brad cut a very different look. He now wore an orange quilted ski coat with blue jeans and grey work boots. Coupled with that was an athletic style shirt and the North Yankton state patrol badge hanging around his neck as it would on a cop. To provide the last part of his disguise he put on a black Crevis hat and had white wraparound sunglasses perched on his head, the clothes fitted quite well although the jeans were slightly too long and needed to be turned up.
He searched the carcass once more to try and find anything that was left on Carver's body and to his surprise he found nothing. Damn police never had guns when you wanted one. He then searched his clothing to see if any was hidden away. He found a pistol which looked like a .22 caliber Beretta and also a flick-knife which could be very useful in his escape. He also found car keys, judging by the fob hanging of the keyring, it was a personal vehicle. An old Washington by the looks of it. He peeked out of the door and saw no cops, maybe Carver had told all of the other cops to leave. He opened the door and stepped out into the hospital corridor with its white walls and linoleum floor it felt strangely creepy. He walked down the corridor like a normal police officer slow but purposeful until he reached the hospital reception. He stopped by the vending machine and scouted the room, it was crawling with cops. The officers were clustered around the reception trying to flirt with the nurses while some hung around the coffee machine. One officer called out to him.
"Is Carver done yet?"
"No, he is still in with the suspect" Brad replied trying to deepen his voice
He proceeded out of the door, his skin sweating whilst he passed through the lobby trying to avoid eye contact with any of the cops.
He stepped outside into the cool Ludendorff air, he could see his breath as he exhaled a sigh of relief. Brad pulled the car keys out of his pocket and clicked them hoping to see flashing headlights and he did. The car was in front of the building, he strolled calmly like a cop should before climbing into the car.
A moment later, the engine fired up and he was away from the hospital and back into Ludendorff, he cruised slowly down the high street focusing on the shops that passed. At the end of the road was a huge strip club called '69th street Mamas', it was the biggest in Ludendorff with its many strippers and private rooms. Brad passed it wistfully thinking of all the good times him and Trevor had there. He continued driving until he reached a motel. He hired a room for the next day or so while he checked his inventory. He laid everything he had out of the frayed single-bed, lying upon it was his gun, badge and roughly $200 in cash. He would struggle to get out of Ludendorff as it is with his noticeable hair, he needed to formulate a plan quick.
First Brad shaved his head of his blonde mohawk style hair before he collapsed into bed. He woke up later, it was evening now, 8:19 as the tinny alarm clock said. He picked up his phone and placed a call to two friends. He waited vigilantly focusing on the door not knowing what to expect, a cop or his friend. The bell rang and he looked through the peephole and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a short and fat man with glasses perched on his nose. His name was Henry and he was a forger, if you wanted a passport or driver's licence quick he was your man.
"You got the goods" Brad asked
"Yeah" Henry said walking in "I do"
Henry dropped a passport and driver's licence on the bed that were made out in the name Jack Edwards. "These are yours, Brad"
"Thanks, Henry" Brad said scanning the documents for any discrepancies
"Now, how much you paying me" Henry said bullishly
"Maybe, $0" Brad spoke as he smashed henry in the face disorientating the forger before elbowing him in the temple. Brad had knocked him cold but it was best to leave no evidence. Brad grabbed a pillow and pushed it down into Henry's face. Henry flailed trying to escape but Brad held strong and soon Henry's flailing became ineffectual and his body limp. Brad checked for a pulse before determining Henry dead, he then dragged the body into bath before drawing the bath curtain shut.
He then sat down on his bed, looking through the documents more carefully, his new name was Jack Edwards and he was from Carcer City. His date of birth had changed to from 4/04/80 and was now 23/08/79. His driver's licence photo was a picture of him but when he had a different hairstyle now it was time to disappear into obscurity. The bell rang again, hopefully it was his second hire.
He opened the door and a woman walked in. She exuded power and sex off her long shaped body. This woman was a platinum blonde and wore her hair curly following the curvature of her face. She wore a long Russian mink coat and underneath she wore just her underwear, this type of woman was easily seduced and loved her money. She was a prostitute but not a street prostitute who sold herself for $40 no this woman was more like the sexy neighbour who greasy old men ogled.
"Hi, what do you want to do baby" She said whispering but the intent was clear "How about we get to business?" She said in the same hushed tone but she now started to strip off, undoing her coat buttons and partially exposing her breasts covered in a crimson red bra. As much as Brad loved to have sex, he couldn't right now.
"Listen, baby I didn't call you for sex" Brad started
"Then you want a striptease or how about a BJ"
"No, listen I will pay you $200 in cash if you come with me to Carcer City. Listen in fact as soon as we can get to Carcer, I'll let you out" Brad said
"Are you sure, I am feeling a little hungry" the woman continued miming a swallowing action implying her sexual action of choice
"No, I'm fine. Now let's go to Carcer" Brad said
They got into Brad's car and he drove following along the Interstate towards the major city in North Yankton, they both sat silently as the car rumbled along the ice-covered highway. The checkpoint neared as Brad slowed to a halt.
"Good evening officer" Brad said trying to sound like a friendly citizen
"Hello, sir can I see your I.D" The police officer spoke, his name plate marked him as Stanton
"Yes of course, officer" Brad said handing over his driving licence.
The officer scanned it disinterestedly not really paying attention due to the second person sitting in the Washington town car. Brad had picked his time and also passenger just right, driving towards the barrier late at night meant that the officer who checked vehicles would be cold, tired and also very hungry. Having a second passenger, meant that the APB put out for one man, stocky and blond wouldn't apply as you had a bald man along with a blonde woman disguising them cleverly as Brad tried to reach Carcer.
A few minutes later the officer returned with Brad's documents. "Okay, Mr Edwards looks like you are free to go" Stanton said with a bored tone in his voice
"Thanks officer" Brad replied
Stanton raised the barrier and Brad accelerated through the checkpoint quickly but not with urgency, he needed to look normal as he drove off into the night.
He reached Carcer City in the early hours of the morning and parked the car in an industrial area of the edge of town, he planned to get rid of it and find a new car to get to his house where he could rearm and restock before disappearing into the heartland of the USA. Suddenly his companion who had not said a word during the journey spoke.
"I am real hungry, would you like to feed me" The woman spoke miming the same action as she did back at the motel
Brad now felt relaxed enough to enjoy the fine service that this beautiful woman provided. She leant over the gear stick, Brad could see her breasts and he looked down her coat, she undid Brad's jeans before suckling on his penis. She sucked it, licking it for roughly 20 minutes until Brad came feeling intense pleasure rolling around his body. The woman swallowed the liquid quickly as she hated the taste but could feel it coating her back teeth. The woman stuck her hand out for payment.
Brad paid her before getting out of the car and gesturing for the woman to follow him into a disused warehouse. It was extremely large and sound echoed off the metal walls, there were pallets scattered around the place and a crow's nest in the rafters of the warehouse. He sat on the pallet and gestured for her to undress. She dropped her coat and exposed her body to the world, Brad's eyes followed up and down it taking in every feature, seeing how her bra contrasted with alabaster skin. She straddled him and pushed downwards. Brad readied his flicknife inside of his pocket before whipping it out quickly and stabbing her precisely behind the ear. Her body convulsed as it registered the wound as blood began to trickle out. Her body continued with the downwards motion still pleasuring Brad before he slashed again this time severing her spinal cord. The body collapsed onto Brad, pinning him against a stack of pallet trays. It was still warm and Brad could smell her perfume all over her body mixed with the musk of their previous activity. He pushed her body off his before scavenging it, finding $100 tucked into her boots and $200 in her mink coat.
He walked out of the factory and towards the centre of Carcer City.