Sabotage, Chapter 11

With a dour face, Hank typed an email on his laptop. He had to pause, take a sip of his hot apple cider, and sigh. Right after that moment, a heavy knock sounded at the door. He set down his computer and prepared to face an ongoing nuisance. He seriously doubted that they came to deliver bad news. sure, it was a possibility, but he had a strong hunch that if Carmen got hurt in any way, they would not have the decency to tell him first. He saw the way they kept trying to discredit her in the media, so they would only revel in her destruction. He knew why they were here, and he was willing to put up with it to help bring justice to Carmen.

He answered the door and came to face a young but short woman with dark blonde hair tied back tightly. She had remarkably plain features except for her dark blues, which had a glare that could scare anyone into attention. Hank couldn’t guess her role in Mirage based on her appearance. Her clothes looked as though they could be expensive, however, she did not fit into them very snuggly as the tightness exposed her muffin top. Regardless of her position, he knew she represented those vile snakes from that evil so-called company, so he took pleasure in telling her, “Sorry, no soliciting!”

He relished in the brief emotion she showed at that insult, but as he tried to slam the front door, she stopped it with her foot and sharply informed him, “Actually, Mister Alvaro, I’m Jorden Kasper, head of the Northern California division of Mirage.”

Hank figured that her titled must usually command respect and obedience, but it did not work on him. After all, he dealt with wealthy and glamorous clients all the time. He saw a flicker of annoyance on her face as her ploy didn’t work. Instead of cowering at her presence, he kept cool. Knowing full well why she was there, he decided to tell her, “If you’re interested in real estate development, you’ll have to come back during business hours.”

Once again, she tried to hide her vexed mood. Jorden motioned behind her, and two police officers approached the front porch. “These guys have a warrant. We believe that you have illegal information that I’m here to recover on behalf of our company.”

Hank, in mock politeness, gestured for them to enter. “The passcode for the safe is five one two two.” Jorden came in, scowling fiercely at his impertinence. “Yes?” Hank grinned.

She leered, “You’re hiding confidential information only privy to our people. You have no right to possess it! We’re far more clever than you think! We’ll find what you’re hiding!”

“By all means, Pintamonas, feel free to look for yourself!” Hank invited.

Jorden took him up on his offer. She searched every end of the living room while one officer searched upstairs and the other searched the kitchen and backyard. Jorden checked each nook and cranny-the entertainment center, the couch cushions, even the rug. When she checked under the couch, she gasped. The cat hissed and ran out of the room. Hank chuckled, and she shook her head and maintained a nonchalant attitude. She pat him down, which prompted him to joke, “Hey, Cabrona, I’m a married man!”

She gave him an evil eye and kept searching. She saw a bowl next to the front door where Hank stored a pile of mail. “Of course!” she deduced. “While we were so busy sifting through your electronic communications to find hidden messages, she slipped under the radar and conveyed her status the old fashioned way!”

“Don’t look through that,” Hank said pleasantly. “It’ll  totally waste your time!”

“Ohhhh, you don’t want me to look here!” Jorden practically cackled. She scanned each letter and examined each detail scrupulously. Hank sat down on a chair that faced the front door, kicking back and not bothering to disguise his amusement at her fury. She turned back to see the cat sitting next to him on the arm of his chair wearing a pumpkin sweater. He pet the cat’s unadorned fur and grinned toothily at her. She gritted her teeth and kept foraging for suspicious letters. finally, something caught her eye. “Since when are you friends with Hermione Granger?”

“Don’t read that.” He pretended to be worried. “You won’t be happy.”

Jorden smiled maliciously as she opened the envelope and took a look at the letter. She read out loud, “Nine, apostrophe, thirteen, space, fifteen, fourteen, space, twenty, eight, five space, eight, nine, seven, eight, twenty-three, one, twenty-five, space, twenty fifteen, space, eight, five, twelve, twelve, period. The bottom of the page says seven, fifteen, space, six, twenty-one, three, eleven, space, twenty-five, fifteen, twenty-one, eighteen, nineteen, five, twelve, six. This is an easy encryption to decipher. She thinks she’s so clever! The numbers clearly correspond to their position in the alphabet.” She took a pen off the table and began to translate. “Nine would be I, and thirteen is M. Yup, that’s what she did. The first word is I’m. Let’s see…I’m…on…the…highway…to…” She eagerly anticipated the answer, fully believing it would reveal important information. “I’m on the highway to…hell? Very funny! I bet the bottom of the page is more serious.” She translated the bottom and stood up in anger. “Go fuck yourself!?!”

Hank roared in laughter. “I told you not to look at that! Didn’t I say it would waste your time?”

“Why you-!” She stepped towards him as if she was going to attack him.

Just then, the police officers returned from the kitchen and upstairs. The cat ran into the kitchen, almost tripping the cop. The other officer reported, “We searched every inch of the house. It’s clear.”

Jorden didn’t like hearing this. she ogled Hank, who simply smiled and shrugged. She reluctantly relented, “We’ll come back again another day. He’s hiding something, I know it!” Giving him an angry face, Jorden stormed out. The police indifferently followed.

The cat returned to the living, staring up at Hank, who praised him, “Good boy, Orlando! They have no respect for your prowess, so they underestimated your worth.” He peeked under the sweater and saw the three pieces of Zartex’s papers rolled up into a fine tube. He put the sweater back into place. “Good boy!” He pat Orlando on the head, and the cat seemed pleased.

As Carmen, Garith, and Zartex gingerly scaled down a sandy, pebble-filled hill, Garith discussed, “Okay, let’s go over it one more time. THE VOBS were the company’s sale system?”

“Yes,” Carmen concurred. “But after we got promoted and began to build our teams, they said it would help us with managing a company too. It wasn’t a sale system-they called it the system.”

“Right. So the T stood for turn every corner,” Garith recited. “In sales, it referred to thoroughly working your territory.”

“And in management, it referred to recruiting people from high and low,” Carmen explained. “Sales are a numbers game, but so is recruitment, especially for a job people generally aren’t willing to do.”

Zartex added, “On a corporate level, they turn every corner to find people who escape, as we’ve seen.”

“That’s true!” Garith agreed. “H stood for haste. The quicker you move, the quicker you reach your goals. People forget about a deal if you don’t nab it quickly. And managers will lose recruits to other jobs if they don’t act fast. And corporate wants to grow quickly, of course. If they can get ahead enough, one failure won’t mean that much of a loss. That’s why they were so fast to kill off one of their managers. Find the problems quick. Like escapees, find them fast!”

“E is for envy,” Carmen continued. “They turn sales people into the cool kids on campus so everyone will get jealous of their life. It gets recruits excited for a chance to share the spotlight. They dress sharply and make it look like we did all these fun things to create that insatiable desire to be trendy and fabulous. That’s how they motivated people to stay.”

Zartex stated, “That goes along with V for voracity. They play on people’s greed to get sales and to trick people into thinking they want to get promoted. They got so focused on making lots of money and doing flashy things that their voracity clouded their judgment, which allowed them to heinous things like murder.”

Carmen bitterly commented, “O is optimism. They claim it was to attract positive things by thinking positive. They didn’t want us to think any negative thoughts. So, any negative impulse we had about the job we had to ignore or destroy. They brainwashed us into thinking we were happy. It made us compliant to their whims.”

“B, big picture, did the same sort of thing,” Garith appended. “They talked about delayed gratification, paying now so you can play later. Forget about how miserable you are now, focus on the goals we made for you stemming from greed and envy! It made you forget your identity.”

Zartex finished with, “S is for seize control. That’s the obvious end goal.”

At the bottom of the hill, they came to an expansive lake with a clear view of the mountains on the opposite side. Carmen breathed, “It’s beautiful!”

“Didn’t I tell you that Utah Lake would be a great place to camp out?” Garith remarked.

“I won’t say you were right,” Carmen bickered.

“You don’t have to,” Garith gloated, “not wehen it’s obvious.”

“Who are you bragging to?” Carmen retorted. “There’s no one here that cares.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t be cheerful then,” Garith said sarcastically.

“I don’t have a problem with your cheerfulness!” Carmen argued. “In the last week, I had to deal with failing in sales and running out a doomed marriage. I have to walk to California with company that I didn’t have a choice on! I gotta live like a homeless person to survive while trying to avoid getting killed by hit men! I’m usually hungry and always tired! I’ve had so much go wrong that I don’t need a smug jerk pointing out another reason why I suck at life! So, I’m sorry if I’m a little cranky, but if you know this, why are you purposely making it worse?”

Carmen was clearly fuming, which immediately made Garith uncomfortable. “I’m gonna…I gotta go to the bathroom. There’s no bathroom here, but you know what I mean. I’ll find a tree to hide behind far enough away so that I don’t disturb you…again!” He ran off.

Zartex observed, “You sure scare him when you’re angry!”

Carmen didn’t respond. She sat down and faced the lake. As she gazed at the lake, she felt a little more peaceful. She shifted a little to make herself more comfortable, which made her remember that she had to sleep there. The prospect made her a little more disappointed. She thought about their discussion on THE VOBS and how they had used that on her to trick her into joining their cult. “Why didn’t I see it sooner?”

“See what?” Zartex asked.

“The red flags!” Carmen answered dramatically. “They exaggerated the earning potential, but I ignored this because of the big picture. For once in my life, I felt like a somebody! I thought I closed the chapter on petty, dead end jobs. No one gave me a shot at leadership because I’m an actress and I’m pretty; no one took me seriously! II never cared about management though, I just wanted to make enough money to pay rent so I didn’t have to be an adult dependent on family to survive. I don’t care about making a ton of money, and I’ve never cared about materialistic things. I wanted a circle of friends and a sense of being part of an important team. I wanted to belong somewhere! And I just wanted to prove myself to the world. When I make a goal, I see through it ’til the end. I’m fine closing that chapter of my life, but I just wish I knew what was coming next! So far, this has been a miserable experience, but when it’s over, what’s next? Will it, just be more of my old life of floating from place to place never truly finding my sense of independence or belonging? They say everyone goes through hard times, but my whole life has been this way! Why can’t I just be happy? This job made me give up on my dream, and I gave up on this job too. I’m just an all around failure, aren’t I?” As she said this, tears welled up in her eyes. Suddenly, all of her hurt seemed to surface. All of the hard times that THE VOBS made her bury came out. The sacrifices she made, the heartbreak, the defeat…she didn’t feel it then, but she felt it now!

Carmen buried her head into her knees and sobbed uncontrollably. Zartex noted, “I don’t need to use my emotional reader to know how you feel!” Carmen heard him but did not acknowledge his assessment. She couldn’t. Zartex observed, “I spent my whole career analyzing humans and their emotions, but not once did I learn how to deal with them. I understand you’ve been through more hardship than most people have ever or ever will deal with. This is overwhelming and caused an out pour of emotion. I know all of this, but I don’t know how to make it better. I’ve never had to know. It’s not a requirement of the job to make our subjects feel better, just understand them. I do understand you, but you’re different than my other clients because I actually want to make you feel better! You’re the first subject I’ve ever cared about! I never had an Earthling as a friend. The problem is my species doesn’t process emotions the same way yours does. So, I don’t know how to help you. But I want to, I really do!” Carmen continued to sob, so he made an awkward attempt at comfort by stiffly patting her back and spouting, “There, there!”

She continued to cry as Garith came back. “Oh good! You can show me what to do!” Zartex requested. “You are human and experience these emotions. Help!”

Garith ineptly sat next to her and gracelessly pat her back much like the way Zartex did. He bumbled, “There, there!”

Carmen wailed, “Forget it guys! I’m hopeless!”

Zartex looked to Garith, who quickly analyzed the situation. “What was she saying before it happened?”

“Um…” Zartex thought back. “She wanted to be successful in Mirage because she didn’t succeed in acting or getting a job that pays rent. She gave up on her dreams and she gave up on Mirage too, so now she wonders if the next part of her life will ever make her feel like less of a failure.”

“Okay, I got this!” Garith put his arm around her and rested his hand on her shoulder. “There’s a big difference between giving up and realizing that you’ve had enough. Like, it’s why I stopped getting houseplants. I got busy at work and went straight to bed when I got home. I forgot about it until Fourth of July. I stayed home ’cause it was a holiday, and as I tidied up, I saw it turning yellow. I felt guilty and vowed to bring it back to life. I kept giving it plant food and watered it like crazy, but it just grew more and more brown. One day, I realized that there’s no point in watering something that will never live. when something in your life is over, it’s better to let go ’cause holding onto the past will break your back. Your life will get better as long as you do something different. Doing the same habits will get you the same results. I can’t guarantee success, but at least you can take pride in the fact that you gave a shot. No matter how often you fall, get back up again! Keep trying different things until you succeed. If you don’t give up, at least you can say you did everything you could. If you try, you might fail, however, if you never try at all, failure is guaranteed. You’re not a failure from walking away from an unhappy situation. I’m proud of you for overcoming all you went through and for having the courage to move on!”

Carmen pondered his words for a moment. Mirage always made anyone who gave up on their goals feel lower than dirt, but sometimes important to let yourself fail so you can move on. It’s true that a person can’t focus on new ideas if they stick to the old ones. She still feared perpetual failure, but she knew she wouldn’t stop trying and took some pride on that. This didn’t make her feel optimistic, but she realized that she had stopped crying. Zartex inquired, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling…”Carmen listened to her innermost feelings and heart before she finished her thought. “I’m feeling like I gotta pee!” She had so much mixed emotions that she couldn’t even process it all right now, and she said that without even thinking about it. She had decided that she didn’t have to understand it all tonight. She gingerly got up and headed for the trees. Garith and Zartex high fived, and Garith sprawled out to go to sleep.

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Sabotage, Chapter 10

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Carmen grumbled. She stood with her arms folded in front of a chain link fence that guarded a dumpster.

Garith, who had had his arms folded for entirely different reasons, assured her, “I told you, restaurants throw away perfectly good food at the end of the day. I worked in a kitchen in college, and it always killed me to waste so much food. But, for health code reasons, they can’t use old food the next day, so they don’t have a choice. It’s not like it’s rotting. We’ll be fine!”

“I understand that,” Carmen responded. “Although I don’t consider anything coming from the dumpster exactly sanitary, I’m more worried about breaking and entering.”

“Oh, well, I guess technically it would be,” Garith professed. Then, he joked, “Hey, we’re already criminals in their eyes, right?”

Zartex popped up from inside the dumpster. “Actually, I’m the only thief here!” He held up a couple of pizza boxes. “These look pretty untouched!”

As Zartex climbed out of the dumpster bin, Carmen still looked a little unsure. Garith pointed out, “The more we save on food, the less we have to walk!”

Zartex hopped over the fence and handed them the pizza boxes. Garith opened up one of the boxes and Carmen saw that it was a thin crust, cheese pizza. It was hard to tell in the dark, but aside from it being cold, it looked okay. She relented and picked up a slice. “Bon apetit!” She took a bite and half expected it to taste like dirt, but it tasted alright. Actually, it tasted really good! “I can’t believe I’m kind of enjoying this! This has to be the strangest part of our journey!”

Garith practically choked on his food. “This? THIS? Out of all the crazy shit that’s happened, this bothers you the most?”

Before Carmen could reply, they heard footsteps come from across the parking lot. They quickly hid what they were doing and cautiously waited for the perpetrator of  the noise. A voice called out, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” Carmen answered with a mouth full of food. She cringed and hoped the person didn’t notice.

The figure stepped under the street light, and it turned out to be a teenage boy in a dark blue football jersey. Carmen, Zartex, and Garith felt relieved since he seemed to be non-threatening. The boy gazed at them in confusion. “Come on! The bus is leaving in a couple of minutes!”

“Bus?” Garith said in surprise.

The boy pointed to across the parking lot. In the distance, they saw a group of people wearing similar jerseys waiting by a bus with a giant yellow cat on it. The boy challenged, “You are cougar fans, right?”

“Cougars are okay, but I wouldn’t call myself a fan,” Garith told him. “I prefer women my own age.”

Carmen hit him gently on the back of the head. “Do you think they have shuttles to go pick up women? Don’t worry, kid, we’re coming.” The kid ran back to the bus, and the other two ogled her quizzically. “They’re heading to the college, which is in the same city we were heading to anyways. We won’t have to walk there. Plus, what are the odds of one of their assassins attending a primarily Mormon school?” They shrugged, grabbed their things, and headed to the bus.

They got on the bus and saw that it was mostly full. Zartex sat next to a young man in the middle. Garith sat next to an older man who sent a quick text and passed out with a very audible snore. Behind both of them, Carmen sat next to a tiny old lady, who greeted her with, “Hello, young lady!”

“Hi,” Carmen replied. She felt so out of place there and hoped no one would discover their secret. She dreaded the idea of getting humiliated and kicked off the bus. Or even worse, if they detained them while they really had nowhere to run. She bean to have second thoughts on this idea.

The old lady pleasantly conversed, “You must be new here. I’m Bette.” She pointed to her name tag.

Bette held out her hand to shake it. As Carmen shook her hand, she had to think of an alibi fast. “Bette, Bette…I’m…Joan.”

“Joan! How funny!” Bette giggled. “I guess we’re supposed to be rivals like Bette Davis and Joan Crawford.”

“I don’t need any more enemies,” Carmen stated truthfully.

Bette laughed, “Is that why you’ve done so much walking?”

Carmen got a jolt of surprise upon hearing this. “How did you know?”

Bette sagely told her, “At my age, I’ve seen it all. We’ve all fallen on hard times. Don’t feel too ashamed. In fact, a lot of the original settlers of Utah came here by foot.”

“I didn’t know that.” Carmen was surprised that this conversation had become mildly interesting. She noted how strange it felt to have someone genuinely be nice to her.

“Oh yes!” Bette went on. “It’s not like it’s easy to get transportation when you’re escaping persecution!”

“Tell me about it.” Carmen hid her grin.

Later on that night, most of the bus was asleep as the driver navigated through the mountain top. The kid sitting next to Zartex gazed at the stars above the treetops. He asked Zartex, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

Zartex looked out the window and replied listlessly, “Reminds me too much of work. The days are getting closer and closer where I gotta go back. I like where I’m at now. My office is so boring!”

“Wow, do you work for NASA?” the boy asked full of wonder.

Zartex, who hadn’t thought of an alias before, clumsily agreed, “Okay, yeah, sure.”

“That’s awesome!” the boy complimented. “I’m studying astronomy myself. I like NASA, but I really wanna prove the existence of aliens.”

That last line got Carmen and Garith’s attention. Zartex, however, did not appear alarmed by it at all. “So, you know a lot about aliens, huh?”

“Oh yes!” the boy gushed. “I know everything there is to know about them! Ask me anything!”

“Okay!” Zartex obviously felt tickled pink about this situation. “Would you recognize if an alien was in your presence?”

“Of course!” the boy replied enthusiastically. “No alien could get past me!”

Carmen and Garith tried to hide their laughter. Zartex could hardly keep a straight face as he told him, “Nah, I think aliens are more clever then you think. Why, one could be right in front of you and you’d never know it!”

The boy argued, “No way! I see where you’re heading with this, and I already know there’s one around us now.” Carmen, Garith, and Zartex sobered up a little after that assertion. “Someone’s been watching us. I noticed a flash on the mountain earlier. This whole bus trip has eyes on us.” Garith and Carmen gave each other a a look that said without words that he may have sensed Mirage watching them. “Something is about to happen. That’s why I’m keeping myself awake.”

Garith and Carmen leaned in the aisle to get close enough to talk. Carmen whispered, “We need to get off this bus!”

Garith said quietly, “We could tell the driver, but I seriously doubt that he would stop on the top of a mountain. Besides, what could they do to us on a bus full of witnesses?”

As if on cue, a loud boom sounded ahead, and the shock waves woke up everyone on the bus. The bus driver slammed on the brakes, lurching everyone forward. The bus stopped, but the driver’s face showed sheer fright. He informed the bus, “The road ahead of us is destroyed, and the ground beneath us is very soft. I’m going to reverse slowly, but while I do, for everyone’s safety, don’t move.” As he reversed, the grave tension on the bus was palpable. Suddenly, the ground behind his rear tires crumbled. The driver quickly moved forward, but now they were stuck on an island!

The bus arched upwards, and everyone held onto the back of their seats, dangling like autumn leaves at the onset of winter. The boy that studied aliens shouted, “See, I told you something would happen!”

“Hey kid,” Garith retorted, “now’s not the time!” He turned to Carmen. “What do we do?”

Carmen tried to think fast. People’s belongings began to slide to the back. Someone’s toddler fell, and Zartex stopped it from sliding to the back. A cell phone slid by Carmen, and as she grabbed it. Her eyes flitted from the phone to Zartex wrangling the baby and back to the phone, which made something click for her. The bus began to slowly slide into the hole, making everyone panic. Carmen held herself up with one hand and held the phone with the other. She held it up to her mouth and commanded, “Okay Google…Play Magic Bus by the Who.”

“You’re joking!” Garith shrieked.

As the music caught Zartex’s ear, they felt the world shift. Carmen grinned broadly as her plan unfolded. They shifted to a new world where the bus became a giant hippie vehicle, and everyone wore outfits from the seventies. The bus driver happily drove through a pink and gold cloud. Zartex played a guitar and sang as the passengers partied behind him:

Zartex:     Everyday I get in the queue
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     To get on the bus that takes me to you.
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     I’m so nervous, I just sit and smile.
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     Your house is only another mile.
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!

Zartex:     Thank you driver, for getting me here.
(Zartex began to sing to the driver)
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     You’ll be an inspector, have no fear.
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     I don’t want to cause no fuss,
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     but can I buy your magic bus?
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Driver:     Nooooo!

Zartex:     I don’t care how much I have to pay!
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!
Garith & Carmen:     I wanna drive my bus to my baby every day.
Garith & Carmen:     Too much, magic bus!

Zartex:     I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it!
Driver:     You can’t have it!

(Zartex turned to the party and sang to them)
Zartex:     Thruppence and sixpence every day
just to drive to my baby.
Thruppence and sixpence each day
‘Cause I drive my baby every way!

(After Zartex put down the guitar, he picked up the driver
and tossed him in the air, causing him to float away.
Everyone else sang as they did this.)
Party Guests:    Magic bus, magic bus, magic bus!
Magic bus, magic bus, magic bus!
Magic bus, magic bus, magic bus!
Magic bus, magic bus, magic bus!

(Zartex sang as he drove)
Zartex:     I said now I’ve got my magic bus!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     I said now I’ve got my magic bus!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     I drive my baby every way!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     Each time I go a different way!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!

(The driver floats back down and begins to
wrestle with Zartex to get his seat back.)
Zartex:     I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it!
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it!

(The driver gets his seat back, so Zartex
picked up his guitar and sang to the party again.)
Zartex:     Every day, you’ll see the dust!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!
Zartex:     As I drive my baby in my magic bus!
Party Guests:     Too much, magic bus!

As the song fades, the bus arrived at the end of the mountain, and it stopped to let Carmen, Garith, and Zartex out. The rest of the guests keep partying until the world shifted back to reality. Zartex, Carmen, and Garith found themselves on an actual road just outside the forest. The mountain stood behind them, which let Carmen know that her plan had succeeded. The cougar bus chugged away as the passengers pondered how they got out of that but shrugged as to why they didn’t perish. Everyone did but Bette, who stuck her head out the window and gave them a peace sign. They gave one back, which snapped Bette back to reality. She wondered why she did that, shrugged, and returned to her seat.

Garith was the first to speak, “Thank you for not teleporting out to save yourself!”

“I just had a feeling,” Zartex said warmly.

“A lot of them, thank god!” Carmen commented. “If you didn’t have that ability, we would have died!”

Garith complimented Carmen, “Don’t sell yourself short! If you hadn’t thought of it, we would’ve been goners! Good thinking there!”

Carmen felt taken about aback. With all of the bickering they did, she got caught off guard when he said something nice. No hint of sarcasm, he actually looked grateful for her! Before she could respond, a convertible pulled up next to them, and it was a scruffy man in a nice suit who pointed a gun at them. They put up their hands, but they didn’t seem worried. Perhaps it was because their spirits were still high from the emotional overload, or maybe it was due to the fact they had successfully evaded danger several times now, but they actually felt calm faced with this new adversary. Carmen addressed him, “Who told?”

“Let’s just say a little bird told me,” the recovery agent leered.

Zartex concluded, “It was probably that old man sitting next to him. He texted as soon as he saw us.

“We had a rat!” Carmen exclaimed.

“That’s right!” the recovery agent reveled.

“No, there were no rodents on the bus,” Zartex remarked. “There was a cat on the side of the vehicle though.” Carmen and Garith grinned at the assassin’s confused look.

The recovery agent shook his head. He then cocked his gun, ready to fire. “Any last requests?”

Garith noticed some music was softly playing on the radio. “Yeah, can you turn it up?”

He gave them a curious look but complied. Zartex, Carmen, and Garith knowingly smiled at each other and braced themselves for another emotional overload.