You slip into an open space amongst the millions (and millions…) of the other mall patrons' vehicles. Oak Land is a pretty typical mall. Two floors, thousands of stores, millions of people and the god-like food court. The ad didn't say where in the mall they would be, just that they were there. You pushed your way through the masses, heading for the escalator.
You could remember when you were a kid on these things. So fun. But now, you were on them for not nearly as juvenile a reason. You got off at the top floor and look down at the mall. Typically, the big events were held somewhere in the center of the mall and drew large crowds so they stood out like a sore thumb. But, you didn't see anything out of the usual. And the large clearing in the center of the bottom floor where most mall specials were held was bare. Not a soul in sight. This is gonna take a while… You sighed, now you had to search the whole mall, inch by inch.
You walked by stores selling clothes, selling sports, selling food, selling perfume, selling movies, selling sex and numerous other stores. You headed down to the first floor and started your circular trip around the interior of the building. Only a few steps and you saw it. A large crowd gathered around the entrance of a swimsuit store. You took of running, shoving past people, darting in and out of the crowd. Lord knows how many fingers you got. There were at least one or two people you knocked on their ass. You slowed back to a walk as you pulled up to the perimeter of the crowd. You pushed your way through and just as you were about to break through the mass a large force pulled you back by the collar of your shirt. You turned around ready to knock someone out when you were faced with a shirt… A shirt containing a large chest, which held together a large man. A large, mall cop man.
"Ya think ya run the joint, mister?" the man practically snarled.
You looked up at him, trying to give him the doe-eyes so he'd let ya go.
"Why don't ya try to go get some sympathy from the cars." He turned around and grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you with him.
"But…"
"Shut up, troublemaka. We don't need none of ya kind in here." The man literally growled at you as he tossed you out of the mall on your head.
Well, I'm fucked now, aren't I? You sighed as you gathered yourself up and headed towards your car. "I guess whatever happened that night is just gonna remain a mystery. Just like they wanted it. And I would've given anything just to remember what the hell happened last night."
"Anything, sir?" You jumped as the burly voice inquired from your backside. You turned around and were faced with yet another large man. This is just not my day. You gulped and nodded slightly. You recognized this guy. You couldn't place him though.
"Sir, I've been instructed to provide you with the golden opportunity of remembrance. Are you interested, sir?" The large black man stared at you the way a dog stares at the T.V. Again, you only nodded. You didn't want to make another enemy with someone who could eat you for breakfast and still be hungry.
"Sir, if you would follow me please." The man turned around and you did as he said…you followed. He led you to a large limousine. The same large limousine that pulled into McDonald's yesterday and started your little romp with the two ladies. That's when you remembered where you recognized the guy from. He was the chauffeur. And from the looks of it, their bodyguard as well. At least one of their bodyguards, anyway. He opened the door and your heart skipped a beat. And inside…it was empty. You sighed. "Sir, before you come back into contact with Ms. Wilson and Ms. Stratus there are some…negotiations to be arranged." You nodded and slipped inside. Regardless of whether they were here or not, it was still 100x better than your piece of crap Chevette.
As the limo took off you could only wonder about the possibilities. What the hell are they gonna make me do? The stagnant smell of sex was still in the air. Whatever had happened, last night must've started before you got to the hotel. You looked outside your window to notice that you were back in the ghetto part of town. Back where you lived. What are we doin' here? The limo slowly pulled to a stop. You looked at the window. Back at the motel. You clambered out and you and chauffeur went inside. You held your nose as you entered behind him, it still stunk. You didn't know which was worse, the smell of the room or the appearance of the room. When you turned to close the door you got a gun barrel in the back of your head.
"Sir, take a seat on the bed. Slowly." You started taking short, quick breaths, trying to stay in control of your bodily functions. You slowly, as instructed, turned and walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, now staring into a gun barrel. "Sir, Ms. Wilson and Ms. Stratus have given me instructions on what to do with you." Hmm, wonder what instructions those might be… you thought as you stared right up the gun barrel, seemingly being able to see the bullet within. "They have said, that if you are willing to cooperate you will receive a videotape of all the…happenings of last night. Sir, are you willing to cooperate?"
Now it was your turn to talk, "On what terms?" Wow, that was bold…
The chauffeur reached beside the bed and picked up a yellow/golden envelope. The big ones used to hold important documents and whatnot. He handed you the folder as he explained, "Inside that folder you will find a birth certificate, driver's license, banking accounts, high school diploma and a library card of one 'Renold P. Fletcher.' He…"
You cut him off as you started to catch on, "You want me to kill him right? This Renold guy. Well, I won't do it."
