It didn’t take long for me to decide I’d screwed up the job something extra awful. The guards were tearing out of the building in search of the man I was sent to protect and he was wearing nothing but a medical smock and a bad attitude. He’d probably get picked up by NYPD INC. and placed into the system as a crazy or a homeless person unless he came to his senses long enough to explain the situation. I’d be better off not being here when that happened. I had a few close friends in the NYPD but a lot more enemies who had the power and the resolve to put me behind bars so thick I couldn’t fit my hands around them.
It didn’t take me much longer to recognize that a near-naked Choi meant that his clothes along with any possible clues were still here. I stood up, ignoring the looks of confusion and derision from the handful of nurses stationed all around me, and moved quickly to the room where I first heard Choi screaming. Sure enough his stuff was there. I gathered everything I could, not stopping to look through any of it. Then I dashed back to my room where my clothes and confused Doctor were waiting.
“Sorry, Doc. I’m going to postpone. Things have gotten a bit complicated on my end.”
The doctor was standing with commlink in hand, likely sending a message to NYPD. That made it all the more important that I left immediately. I rushed to put on my clothes as he stood there staring but not saying anything. Then I ran as fast as I could towards the back of the building, hoping they were up to code and there was indeed a back way out of there.
Indeed there was. I cracked open the door with a quick peek for flashing lights. Finding none I pushed through and ran down the alley towards the one part of the city I knew would be a safe place to hide, if only for a little while.
Some Thoughts:
- I’m having fun with the story. It doesn’t make a ton of sense, but arguably most on the fly drafts don’t—especially if written chapter by chapter within a ten minute window. It is a dream to continue this and make this a fundamental part of the blog. I’m about stories and storytelling and this is a fun way to get my wiggles out while working on larger things.
- I’m hoping to do more and more of those larger things as I recognize how to best manage the hours of the day I devote to my craft as I move through life. Writing is a priority. While not the only one it is a major one and above almost everything else.
- As I am scheduling the words I am realizing how much I can really get done when I put my butt in the chair.