One million dollars! For this man. Maybe he's running from the government and he's actually the bad guy.
Decisions.
Take it. Why not? He's probably a fugitive anyway.
The Boon docks, 19:00 hours.
The man is starting to come around, he looks up at you, fear striking his features.
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"I couldn't. Now get in the truck, I'm getting you out of here," you say, even though you have only just arrived. He follows you out and gets into the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?"
"The Boon docks. I know a ship that's going out in a couple of hours and you can be on it and halfway to Brazil before anyone even comes looking for you."
He relaxes, a smile beginning to play on his features.
The docks are full of people when you arrive and you have no idea who you are looking for. Playing for time, you walk through the docks checking boat names pretending to be looking for a specific one.
The man is trailing you starting to be suspicious of your behaviour. Suddenly you are grabbed from behind and consciousness slips away from your mind like sand through fingertips.
Voices are what bring you back into the light. You are tied to a table in an interrogation room. The man from the alley is standing against the wall while another man in a suit sits across from you.
"You are probably wondering what is going on, aren't you?" Suit asks.
You blink.
"We have been watching you for some time now and have been evaluating your work."
How do they know about the computer program you've been developing?
"Our government is interested in it. We are willing to offer you a substantial salary if you agree to take a position at one of our secure facilities," he continues.
Decisions.
Take the job. [click here]
Ask to be released [click here]
A.Oswald
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