Here we go, My sixth story. I’ve been busting my ass with this series trying to find the right story structure but I think I got it all planned out from here so I’ll bee able to wright a hell of allot more. Let me know if you have a good idea, I’d like to contemplate what ever ya’ll got. this title will become apparent in the next story

Parallel Lives



“George, how are you? It’s been awhile since the last time I saw you” “No shit, anyway I need something done, or in other words someone tracked.” “I don’t do that anymore” “Bull shit you do. I should have you put to death for what you do but alas you’re always one step ahead.” I loved the sound of that. “(sigh) what is it that than” “good boy now, what I need you to do is track and detain someone very important. And notice I said Track and Detain, I want them both unharmed and intact, you hear me?” “Yes, who is it?” “I’ll fax a photo of one individual. The other one, on the other hand, is unknown, but he should be traveling with the HVI.” “How am I going to know where they are?” “860-349-8761. try that number, it should be the HVI’s cell phone number” I got annoyed, so I asked “Why can’t you just call the fucker and track the call?” I heard a sigh on the other end, Then “Well because if we call him and say that he should give up, he is going to know that we just tracked him and he is going to do anything he can to NOT get caught.” He said that in a very calm and very irritated voice, like he was trying to suppress a burst of anger. “If you call them and tell them were to meet you, you could detain them long enough to allow us to get there and take them. Now, when you make the call identify you’re self as Ron” I couldn’t help but flinch at the name ‘Why my own name?’ I thought to myself. ‘Must be a different Ron’ I turned my attention back to the phone call. “Okay” “Contact me when you have visual, and let me know where you are” “Okay” “Now don’t fuck this up” I just slammed the phone down on the receiver and contemplated the entire plan. I need to expose my whereabouts, I need to work for a person I faintly knew, but oh well. I get paid. Once this is done I’ll relocate and change my name once again.
My alarm clock went off at 6:30 as I awoke to the sight of orange and red light peeking out of the slits in the curtains. The bed was too soft and caused my back to hurt all night. But I got enough sleep to get through the day. My first priority was to make the call and establish the POM (Place of Meet) as well as the ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) but that can all wait until after breakfast, I have the faxed papers and the cell phone number, and even the vehicle. A Dodge Magnum shouldn’t be too hard to spot. I hopped into the shower and got dressed. I left my briefcase behind.



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“Where are we at?” I asked as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Donnie looked at me and said “We are just outside of Pennsylvania” I wasn’t too surprised; we’ve been driving all day and night. We stopped two other times to get gas and other necessities. I knew where we were headed, I just didn’t know why. But I just decided to play it safe and not ask. My cell phone rang so I fished it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID, it was my dad. I answered it, but before I could say ‘Hello’ my dads voice ripped through the static and pierced my ear. I had to hold the phone away to avoid the ear splitting noise that only my dad can emit when he is pissed. “Where the Fuck are you!! I let you go with you’re friend and you don’t even come back the next day. You better get you’re ass hom…” I just flipped the phone shut and shoved it back into my pocket. Donnie didn’t even notice what just happened; he just kept on driving.
The whole day just consisted of driving, driving and more driving, but soon we came to a sign that red ‘Now Entering New York Manhattan142, New York176’ well we are almost there. I thought to myself. The radio finally cleared and we heard some talking. Donnie took this chance to tune it and see what was on. Just a couple of moments later Donnie found a station on 100.5. It was a hard rock station and Toxicity was playing. It was just past the beginning. “Hey why are we going to New York anyway?” I asked but as I finished the question his phone rang. He looked at it and chocked his head back, then he flipped it open and put it to his ear. “Hello...Oh Ron, how did you know that I was coming…oh she did? … Well why didn’t she call me…oh they forgot to pa.. I see…I’m just entering New York now… where should we meet…” he grabbed and pen and paper and gave it to me. He put it on speaker for a second “Brook Mere Hotel. Millstones Street, room 213.” I wrought all that down then Donnie turned the Speaker off and put it against his ear once again “well ill try to be there by 4:00 but that’s not a guarantee…okay then… right alright bye.” He closed the phone and looked to me “we can stay with him for a little while but from that point on he can’t help us” I nodded and looked out the window at the distant plateaus and small amount of trees that scattered the topography. I started to regret what I have been doing; running (with weapons) from some unknown people with the high risk of death. But I’m so far in that the only way out is straight through.
The terrain started to get snowy and a lot more flat as we got closer and closer to Manhattan. Roads opened up to larger freeways and soon we passed a sign that red ‘Now entering Manhattan, Enjoy you’re stay’ I looked off to my left and put my face against the cool glass and just looked at the never ending blue abyss that was slowly turning grey. The car was quiet for a couple of seconds before the radio station played there second song that was a request from a listener and a ‘long time fan’ as he described himself. Te song was ‘Alone I Break’ by Korn. All the lyrics matched exactly what I was feeling; “Pick me up been bleeding too long, Right here Right Now, I will make it go away, can’t be here no more seems this is the only way, I will soon be gone, these feeling will be gone.” Meaningful, serene, Dark, and above all, up lifting.



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‘It’s almost 4:00. I’ll have to see where they are’ I picked up the phone and dialed the number. The phone clicked then played a song, I didn’t know which one though. A couple of seconds passed before “Hello?” “Where are you guys at?” “where just passed the Millstone Street sign” “Oh, do you see a large building?” “Ya, all over” “The should be one that’s white with gold windows” a pause, then “oh okay I see it” “good I’ll be waiting” I hung up the phone and sat down. “Well be waiting as well” came Georges voice from the closet. Parallel Lives