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 Chapter 7: "An Unexpected Meeting"
You step up the stairs dropping a bill into the pay box by the bus driver. She leans away from you as you pass by as if you were some dangerous creature. You decide to ignore her and make your way to the back of the bus, glad that it's empty.
Everything has happened so fast you can hardly think, after a few steadying breathes you try to piece together what you know. Some one wants you dead. The voice saved you from the cops only to try to incinerate you. You woke up with a dead man and...
The object in your back pocket! You reach into it and feel cool steel. The bus driver isn't pay you much attention so you pull it out to examine it better. To your surprise you find yourself holding a Beretta, even more surprising is that it feels somehow familiar. You quickly put away the M9 hoping the bus driver is as intent on the road as she seems.
You decide to take in the scenery (as little as there may be in this part of town) to take your mind off the insanity of the night so far. As the bus passes through a tunnel your reflection stares back at you. Suddenly all the odd looks make sense, your hair is ice white as are your eyes.
"Sunglasses," you think "as soon as I get off this bus I'm going to get sunglasses."
Someone else gets on the bus and sits in the seat behind you. He looks like some punk kid, black hoodie, black cargo pants, black boots. The bus pulls away before you can get up.
"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Walters. Though I suppose you were never one to follow orders were you?" the voice suddenly speaks up. "If you had only done as you were told we would never have had to destroy that fine establishment."
You Turn to the "Kid" who is apparently the source of the voice. His face is shrouded by to-dark shadows and only a manic grin is visible from beneath the hood.
Run like a girl! The voice found you and he's a creepy kid. (not yet written)
Time to get some answers and if push comes to shove you've got a gun.
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