"How was your many months of being off the chain, Mike?" Sam, one of the group members, asked.
"It was alright, by the way, if I didn't make it clear, you don't need to interrogate me to get what you want. Because, even with the whole, kidnapping me to get details out of me bullshit, won't actually work, as I refuse to help any of you out." Mike said.
Sam shakes his head, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Real shame, I know what you're thinking, "Boy, I think I can get off Scot Free and roam around for the next few years. Well, let's make a deal. You give us the dough, We'll give you back, your wife."
"Oh, good. More of this shit where you take someone I love, but I need you to hear me out. I never had a wife." Mike said.
While on the phone, overhearing the entire conversation, Pento says, "Then who's the this hottie?"
Mrid slaps him hard.
"I am NOT a hottie, and you will learn that when I take my fist up you damn back!"
"Listen, I'd like to do business with you, but you're all just four people, in fact, you're the only person in the group whose here." Mike said.
Sam looks around, then asked, "Why is that?"
Mike opens up the curtain to reveal the police, who came by to check up on the situation, arresting two of the members.
"You son of a bitch!" Sam says as he hops from his desk to run to Mike chasing him, Mike ran to the car, which he hoped over.
Sam chased Mike through a parking lot, not catching up to him on multiple occasions due to lack of stamina. When he crossed a part of the street, he saw a car place nearby.
"Hello, Good customer, Come inside!" The Car Salesman said as he grabbed Sam by the hand and forced him to enter the dealership.
After which, Mike left the building.
"Glad to get rid of that guy."
But, knowing the dangers of leaving his face in the open, Mike took one of the cars and driven off.
Immediately looking for a Airport to fly off to, or so he planned. He'd planned to head to the airport, but wait for the men to get there after he scheduling plane tickets. Playing some stupid scene that wouldn't work after they'd been fooled once.
So, Instead, he got tickets, and flew off to another country, one where he thought it wasn't possible for him to run into the group again.
Instead, he had a different threat, Carlos. Taking place in India.
Carlos was popular for his pastries, But never explicitly saw a possibly mischievous man then Mike. After he saw him entering an department and, possibly shutting it down. No one knows for sure if it was Mike, but Mike, who had no connection to the department, entered it, and the very next day, it shut down.
Because of this, Carlos is very superstitious about what would happen next, in the world of businesses, and if he would be involved.
Mike rented an apartment, and stayed at that for a while, laying low while staying below the head of the law.
Two weeks passed, and Mike was ready, He'd gotten and signed an Affidavit, protecting himself legally, and then, went to work.
He went to Carlos, as he acted like an actor.
"Hey Carlos! Hey, Buddy, Old Pal!"
"I'm not your damn buddy." Carlos said,
"Look, I'm just here because a bunch of people are chasing my ass, and I needed a vacation. Is it alright if I stay at this apartment near your business?" Mike asked.
"What are you asking me? Why are you asking me this question? And, if I had the answer. No, you may not stay at this location, but I don't have time for this. So, I'm just warning you, fuck around, and I'm calling the cops. We got a deal, motherfucker?" Carlos warned.
"Jesus, what is wrong with the people here? I just needed a place to stay. Yeah, I'll play by your game if you REALLY want me to do that." Mike said.
Dumbfounded, Carlos said, "Police, I got a suspicious man on my property!"
"Okay, fine. Jesus, I'll leave you alone. Okay?" Mike casually said.
"Good, now fuck off." Carlos said.
"Carlos, man. He gets pissed off at me for no reason, and he acts like a fool, I'm not a BAD GUY. Sure, I might've scammed a few people but still, not a big of a deal." Mike thought.
"Just gonna lay here until I head out for a walk or something."
So, Mike layer on an apartment bed. After a few hours into the day, someone, presumedly housekeeping, enters Mike's room and notices him. On the desk, the female notices Mike's wallet, and tries to take it. Mike gets up before that happens.
"Listen, I've had way too many people try to steal my identity. Just know you're not getting my information, or any of my personal details, even if you tried."
"Oh, and how is that? Tell me, cousin David.... Wait, cousin David?" The housekeeper realized.
"I prepare for everything, especially where I am as a businessman, and my place in the business industry, so if you want to fuck with business, I'm fine with that. But until then, get the hell out." Mike said.
"Okay, dude. I'll go." The housekeeper said.
"Hope they're having fun finding out where I am." Mike thought.
Back at Mike's business, located in Orlando, Mrid was communicating with one of the group members, that wasn't Pento.
"Where is Mike?" Sam asked.
"Fuck if I know, I literally haven't seen him the entire day. Maybe if you reached out to other people EXCEPT me, you'd find the guy very quickly." Mrid said.
"Wait... Are you apart of the same group that Pento is in?"
"Uh... No?" As soon as Sam said that, Mrid threw him out to the staircase.
"Not dealing with a couple of fuckheads, especially today." Mrid said.
Mrid actually received a text from Mike last night, indicating he was in India. Knowing this, She, along with Mike, are taking the group on a cycle of deception.