I anxiously returned to the train seat, wondering what to do. Then my cell phone rang. I took a few deep breaths and took out the phone. The number was blocked, but I knew who was calling. I nervously answered, “Hello?”
“Alrighty Danny! Now’s when the fun begins.” Arty’s new york accent was unmistakable. “Like I said before, your gonna make bank. But not unless you do exactly what I say.”
Emerson was always a sneaky guy, but I never thought that he would get himself in so much trouble. He also said that my identity will be kept in secret... Yeah, right.
It was no coming back at that point. I had to look deeper into the envelope. After all, can it be anything worse than a finger?
Cold-horror ran through my veins and I started to sweat in my winter clothes. I hadn't really liked the man, but we'd worked together for four years and I knew him well. The grey buildings slid by and I found myself rising from my seat, Emerson's finger in my pocket.
Soon after, the train came to an abrupt halt. We were hurriedly asked to get off it because of some sort of emergency. I couldn't fully grasp what was going on as I was still in shock.
What could have happened to Emerson? It's been three years...
Emerson. He'd promised me that I would be in no danger. He'd sworn that nobody would get hurt. He was smart, and devious, but I doubted that losing his ring and his own finger was part of his plan. Carefully releasing the latch, I removed the tiny scroll from the ring's compartment.
I anxiously returned to the train seat, wondering what to do. Then my cell phone rang. I took a few deep breaths and took out the phone. The number was blocked, but I knew who was calling. I nervously answered, “Hello?”
“Alrighty Danny! Now’s when the fun begins.” Arty’s new york accent was unmistakable. “Like I said before, your gonna make bank. But not unless you do exactly what I say.”
Emerson was always a sneaky guy, but I never thought that he would get himself in so much trouble. He also said that my identity will be kept in secret... Yeah, right.
It was no coming back at that point. I had to look deeper into the envelope. After all, can it be anything worse than a finger?
Well... Now I know that it can.
Cold-horror ran through my veins and I started to sweat in my winter clothes. I hadn't really liked the man, but we'd worked together for four years and I knew him well. The grey buildings slid by and I found myself rising from my seat, Emerson's finger in my pocket.
I've already cast my vote, but I had to tell you that this is really well done ;)
Thank you. It's my first attempt at this wonderful game - I'll try to join in again.
Soon after, the train came to an abrupt halt. We were hurriedly asked to get off it because of some sort of emergency. I couldn't fully grasp what was going on as I was still in shock.
What could have happened to Emerson? It's been three years...
Emerson. He'd promised me that I would be in no danger. He'd sworn that nobody would get hurt. He was smart, and devious, but I doubted that losing his ring and his own finger was part of his plan. Carefully releasing the latch, I removed the tiny scroll from the ring's compartment.