Mike walked around India and noticed a high amount of crime happening.
After seeing the high crime, he ran home to Carlos's home where he noticed Carlos was looking for him.
"Get the fuck in!" Carlos said.
Mike ran into the home and immediately asked, "What is going on? Why are people acting like that? And also, what happened to my fucking car?"
"Actually, it's my car, genius. Second of all, some bastards came in and asked where is this one dude. He looked kind of like you."
Mike thought he was being hunted, but was lost when Carlos said, "Some Bastards".
"Who were these "Bastards", and did they have a reference of this "person" they were looking for?"
Carlos took out a picture of there purpetrator. Which matched Mike's identity. Shocked as to how they found him so easily, he received a phone call from Mrid.
Mike picked up the phone and hid in Carlos's basement, asking a Shit ton of questions.
"Does that group have ANYthing to do with the predicament I'm in?"
Mrid said, "Pretty sure, considering they are coming your way right now. Also, there was this one time where someone fucked with my phone."
About a few days ago...
Pento entered Mrid's office, via break in, of course, and found Mrid's phone, unlocked. She left it unlocked because she was testing virtual reality with her phone.
Pento found it, and took it.
He looked through it, and found Mike's location.
But before leaving, he took his phone, and, knowing his reputation, which is indescribebly sour, he put on The Wolf of Wall Street, and left the office.
When Mrid arrived, and saw the unholy masterpiece, her response said it best, "What the fuck?"
"That's what you kind of get for leaving your phone unattended, in a room where anybody can access it." A coworker said.
Mrid took out a firearm from her purse and said, "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
"Alright, alright. Say it ain't so, Christ." The coworker replied.
Returning to the present,
"Huh, so that's why I saw that film on my wish list." Mike said.
"Look, sending a plane down now, tell it the country your going to try to visit next, if you're 10 minutes late, your being left behind." Mrid said, then hung up.
"Fucking hell, what did that man do this time." Mike thought.
Mike spotted the plane, then ran to it. Somehow avoiding Pento and his team in the process. He entered, and flew off... To, one of Mikes "Favorite" countries, Canada.
When he landed, he was greeted by Henty, a Civilian in Canada, who is also one of Mike's long running competitors. He entered the stock market when he was just 15, and made big money. Mike has been competing with him for over 2 decades, and they STILL couldn't come to a truce. Until now (probably).
He began Walking towards the plane, waving his hands in the air.
"Hey, Mike! Long time, no see!"
Mike looked back at the plane, "couldn't you have sent me to a country that didn't have a-" The plane flew off before he could finish his sentance.
"rival..."
Mike began to walk to a apartment, and booked a reservation.
"Mike, why are you ignoring me?" Henty said.
"Don't you have a wife, and kids to be seeing?" Mike said.
Mike enters the elevator, and Henty annoying enters as well.
"Dude, we've GOT to update each other, in fact, I've chosen to bring my entire family over!" Henty replied.
Mike facepalms and thought, "What were you thinking? What the FUCK were you think? Why would you invite your FUCKING family to my apartment?"
Nevertheless, after the elevator hits his floor and he leaves, entering his apartment.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Henty said.
"So, how's your company doing?" Mike said.
"It's going pretty well, did you know I recently made a brand new company hell bent on making self flying planes?" Henty explains.
After about 3 Hours of taking, the time, being 6:00, 3 hours until Henty's family arrives, Mike escorts him out, to prepare.
"Thank fuck I got him out." Mike thought as he placed his hand on the door.
Mike eventually went to bed, tired of how long they were chatting until, 3 Hours later, 8:00. Mike hears a knock on the door, after which, the doorbell rang.
Mike got up, and looked through the peephole to see, Henty's family.
"Listen, Mike. If you don't open this door, I'll break it down with my fists." Henty said.
"Mike, I'll give you 5 seconds."
"Yeah, you're gonna play that bullshit. But, judging by it being you, an annoying sack of shit who's company make unrealistic expectations and shitty products, fine, I'll open the damn door, okay? As long as you shut your damn mouth up." Mike said.
"Well that's mean. How could you say that in front of my wi-" Henty said before Mike cut him off.
"You want to enter my damn home, or do you want me to call room service to leave me the hell alone?" Mike asked.
Henty's family enters.
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" Mike asks.
"I want to show a little bit of how my company is doing." Henty said.
"Sure, go ahead, I don't give a fuck where we go." Mike said.
"Hey, language! Don't say that in front of the children!" Henty said.
"So what? You didn't give a shit when I said you were an annoying sack of shit." Mike replied.
"Yeah, but that was because they couldn't hear you that clearly, they can almost perfectly understand you." Henty said.
Mike just walked to the door, and said, "Let's go, see what your company is doing."
"Alright, let's go!" Henty said.