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"They stole my car, Daniel," said a woman. "What do you mean? You know what was in that car?" said a man.
They were both on the phone with each other.
"That car was going to be brought to me, and then burned, no evidence Lisa!" said the man. The situation frustrated him.
"Get me that Hamry, or you're dead!" yelled Daniel.
Daniel had a suit on, but no tie. Like a tuxedo. He hung up the phone and pushed his hand through his noodle-like black hair. He stared out of the top floor in a tall building.
The room he was in had a shrine with a woman's face on it. Incense was burning and its smell lit up the room. It had multiple grey sofas and four other people in the room, similarly dressed as Daniel.
"Sir, do you want-", said one of Daniel's subordinates, but before he could end his sentence, Daniel picked him up by his collar and pushed him against the window.
"If I break this window, and throw you out, I won't even go to jail. Isn't that satisfying?" said Daniel, smirking and pushing the man against the window even harder. The man didn't respond, "Isn't it!" said Daniel.
"Yes sir," said the man timidly. He rammed the man into the window again, and it cracked. "Put him down, son," said an old man, whom had walked into the room. The elder man attired himself in a loosely fit judogi. Daniel put the man and walked over to his father.
"Are you finally re-," Daniel began, but his father smacked him and said, "Show respect and bow,"
Daniel bowed, and his father bowed. "Yes, my son, I am ready," said Daniel's father.
They walked towards a narrow staircase, and the other four followed. Everyone walked toward the roof. There was a helicopter on the roof and its rotor was spinning.
"Mr. Aoi, nice to meet you," said the pilot. He had never met Daniel's father, but he thought Daniel was a brat. So when he saw him, he rolled his eyes. Daniel and his father got on and the four stayed off. The pilot waved down and left.
A few hours later…
Will was already midway into Washington, no problem. The guns and money were with him, but little did he know, he had an international assassin on his tail. Crazy, right? Remember the lady that pulled a gun on Will? She's back and hot on his biscuits. Can he survive or die at the hands of death? Find out in the rest of the story.
William was cruising through lanes on the open road, and no one was around, so he put a brick on the gas. He was 90, 100, 110, 120, when finally… "Slow down, and pull over," said someone behind him.
They were speaking through a megaphone, constantly telling him to slow down or stop.
Will was tempted to take one of the bigger guns from the back of car and just spray, so he did. The tool he picked up was more like a grenade launcher, military grade weapon.
The only problem was that it wasn't loaded, and the ammo was still in the back, so he just drove as fast as he could. Law enforcement fired at his tires, but Will swerved out of the way.
Will remembered the pistol he still had from that night. He clutched the wheel with his left hand and the gun with his right.
"Stop the car right now!" an officer yelled through the megaphone.
"Terrible choice of words," said Will, trying to imitate the Joker. He hit the brakes and leaned back. He fired behind at the windshield of the police vehicle and hit an officer between the eyes, he died.
The impact cracked four of William's ribs. The other officer in the cruiser went flying through the windshield and out of the car.
His face slid on the road, he broke his jaw and had a compound fracture on his spine. Will's face and shoulder hit the dashboard, and he cracked his skull and dislocated his shoulder.
His ankle was twisted, and money was everywhere.
Then, blackout.
Pretty gruesome, if I say so myself.
"Ugh, my shoulder," he said as he slowly got out of the car. A bunch of people were standing around the accident.
Will strapped the rifle on his back and the pistol he had in his pants and stumbled away into the woods. He was extremely bloody with lacerations everywhere. When he saw the other with the compound fracture, he nearly puked.
Compound Fracture- A fracture with broken skin is called a compound fracture or open fracture.
The bone is sticking out, that's why I told ya'll the definition because if you look this up, it's super gruesome.
William blacked out again and woke up in a cabin.
It looked like a Lincoln Logs cabin, something Will played with a lot when he was a kid.
"Hey, wake up," said a man next to standing in front or him.
The man was 50 something.
He smacked Will on the face twice, and he woke up. "Where am I?" said Will. "You're in my house kid, now stand up." said the man, he was incredibly tall and slim. His head touched the ceiling, and he wore some cargo shorts with a T-shirt that said 'Wow, you actually think you're smart' on it.
"Am I delusional?" said Will.
"Only a delusional person would say that, now go clean your face, I don't even now you're still standing," said the man pointing to the bathroom across the hall. The cabin was modern, but the man had a lot of Fine China in a tall glass cabinet outlined with dark wood. Will walked towards the bathroom and opened the door when he looked in the mirror he was shocked.
Will had a deep cut on his arm and a bandage around his head.
His body was wrapped in bandages, and he sat on the toilet. His back cracked as he straightened it out. Will reached into his back pocket and felt paper. He pulled it out and saw a blueprint, but it was a large blueprint. It had chemical formulas on it. It read:
Rh^4, Hp^6, Se^3
William had no clue what it meant. William heard a knock on the bathroom door and the voice of the man, "You okay, kid?", "Yeah, I'm okay," said Will as he got up and walked out of the bathroom.
"When was the last time you ate something?" said the man. "About 5 hours ago," said Will. He walked over to the island in the kitchen and sat at the bar. "Here, it's water." said the man. "Wow, I never knew," said William, "What's your name anyway?" said the man. "Will." he said. "I'm Eddie, Eddie Fern," said Eddie.
"Wait, what did you just say?" Will said. "My name, I said my name." said Ed, confused by Will's inquiry.
"Do you know a Sam Fern?" said Will.
Eddie had a baffled look on his face, as if he knew who Will was talking about.
"What? How do you kn-," Eddie said.
He left the kitchen and walked up the stairs. He had his hands on his head because it surprised him that Will knew who he was talking about. Will was slow to get off the bar stool.
He held onto the stair's railing with both hands, and he walked up. The railing was smooth, even though it seemed like the home was handmade.
"How do you know my son?" the man said, holding a picture in his hand that appeared to have Sam in the frame.