Episode 9 - It's here

I awoke to the monotonous buzz of my alarm. It was 3am. I could barely remember driving home from Blubbersvale last night, much less showering and lying down for a nap. Did I even shower? I couldn't remember. At least I was in a fresh set of clothes. But I still smelled like shit. I headed to the shower.

As the water poured down on my body, I recounted the events of the day: 10 hours ago, I got a phone call. 9 hours ago, I met a teleporting blob of fat. 7 hours ago, I met another blob that could read minds. 5 hours ago, I lay on my bed, possibly showered but still smelling like shit. 10 minutes ago, my alarm rang. One hour from now, I'ld be in the apartment of Lukinor Twubber.

Why was I risking my life for a dying old man? I mean, other than the obvious fact that he was paying me enough to start life anew, I didn't know the guy and couldnt really care less about him. I think deep down inside I heard my conscience speak up. Finally, after 52 years of life growing up with liars and thieves, I finally heard my conscience. My dad would be proud, in his whole life I dont think he ever heard his conscience.

I turned the water off. I dried myself. I covered myself in black; black jeans, black top, black balaclava. I picked up the suitcase Mr. Twubber gave me. 20 years I was in Special Operations, and the first time I was going to apply my knowledge to an actual opearation was after I left the service. How ironic.

I left my apartment and drove down to the park. I checked my watch. 3.30am. I was 10 mins early. I got out and locked the car. No breeze. No babes walking dogs. Not a soul in sight. Just the way I liked it.

I checked my watch again. 3.39am. Where was it? Didn't Justin say it would be here at 3.40? Just as that thought shot through my mind, my phone rang.

"Bo! Is it there yet?" Justin's voice whispered.

I was just about to reply him when I felt it. The blast of wind on my face. The sprays of water from the puddles. The sand it blew into my eyes. I felt it, but I could hardly hear it. This guy had better equipment than the Special Forces. Amazing.

I turned my eyes against the tornado. And I saw it. Just on time too. The chopper hovered 20 meters behind my car, its black coat making it almost invisible against the night sky.

I shouted back into the phone.

"Yes, It's here."