Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Chapter 1 - 2

“I’ve got a challenge, from Timmy the Brick,” Reggie said.

“That do-nothing? What kind of leverage does he think he has?”

“He’s thinking I think he has less than he actually does. He’s probably got help.”

“Mm,” Alan said, after taking a bite of the massive burger. “What does he want?”

“My keycard.”

Alan let out a low whistle. “Yeah, he must have some serious help. I assume you want some assistance?”

“If you’re not too busy.”

“I assume that some storage space is on the table.”

“A bit, if you have something you’re looking to store.”

Alan thought, then shook his head. “Not really. But I’ll certainly never get the offer from the Brick. I’ll do it on the condition of continued friendship.”

Reggie chuckled. “Not a problem.”

Alan licked his fingers over the empty wrapper. “Anyone else in on the game?”

“On my side? Well, I was going to ask Tina to help...”

“She’s got a hell of a good reason to, if you ask me, wink wink,” Alan said as Reggie noticeably blushed.

“Well, I wouldn’t assume that...”

“Meh, none of my business. Where is this going down?”

“3 a.m. in front of my building. Plenty of space for a few surprises.”

“Got it. I’ll be there, friend. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel like wandering the mall.”

“Still haven’t given much thought of really getting into the game, huh?”

“Hey, what can I say?” Alan said, as he bussed his own table. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

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