Chapter 1
The door to the bathroom of first class swung open as a passenger of the flight wearing a nice suit came walking out feeling light headed and beginning to stumble. Before he got too incoherent, another passenger from commercial came forward to help him. He called to him by name and began chatting as he helped him regain his footing. The man in the suit had no idea who this was but was quickly becoming too incapacitated to reply or react. The man made a bit of a scene drawing attention and loudly voiced that he had had too much and that he told him he should have slowed down all the while walking him towards the commercial seat which he plonked him in. When the man was seated, without missing a word or a beat, he began to strangle him and keep talking all the while staring him straight in the eye as he faded out of consciousness.
He felt his life leave his body and brought the conversation to a holt. Putting him in a position that made him look like he was sleeping, the man then wondered back into first class and sat in the other man’s seat and began to order food and treat himself. The man’s name in question is simply known as Quince, and he has been on a violent killing spree for several years and is slowly making his way across country trying to find himself a place to settle down by any means necessary.
The plane lands and everyone slowly exits the plane, no doubt the stewardesses have found the man dead in his seat but Quince is already half way across the airport. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a man that stands out a little bit from the rest, regardless of the fact that he looks somewhat intimidating wearing a suit, glasses and carrying a very secure case, all Quince sees is a man with expensive taste and most likely a heavy wallet. He does the typical bump and grab to acquire the wallet and its a success. The problem is when he opens said wallet it is revealed that there is no money at all. Feeling let down by this, he follows the man to find out the choice of transport he is taking out of here to see if he can make up for having no money to steal. Once outside he sees him wave down a cab and Quince decides to pipe up.
“Hey! Is this your wallet?”
“Oh hey yea thanks, that could have been gone forever”
“All good, hey there isn’t a chance you might want to split the cab would you? Trying to get back to town is all”
The man agrees and they both sit in the back as the car pulls out and takes off. During the car ride, Quince tries to spark conversation and although it works, the man doesn’t give him much to go off. The man is polite but all his answers are small or vague and not much back and forth as per the usual victim. After some time, he asks him where he is headed. To his surprise, the man’s destination is the same as his… He pokes with another question.
“What’s your purpose for the visit?”
“Oh just visiting someone, they don’t know I’m coming”
In the rear vision mirror Quince notices the cab driver listening in quite keenly but averts his gaze when Quince looks at him. The mood of the cab begins to make him uneasy.
Trying to get his bearing's, he looks out the window and continues to make small talk. His eyes seeking out a sign or a building, anything with a town name on it or just some knowledge of what direction they were going so he could find a quick way out of this cab.
After a brief silence, Quince had another question that was bugging him.
“So what’s in the case? Looks important”
“oh nothing special just work stuff, the case is just for safety, quite expensive equipment in there.”
All that did was make him more curious.
“What do you do for work if you don’t mind me asking?”
“If I was being honest I’m not allowed to divulge the information with anyone, but, I can give you a business card?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card and hands it over. The card was a very clean white color and didn’t have anything on it but once tilted in the light revealed the words molded into the card:
ROOK-
BOUNTYHUNTER/REPOMAN
AND OTHER SERVICES…
Now this put a unique situation before Quince, on one hand, the card just provided him with more questions than answers. On the other hand, Quince saw this as somewhat of a challenge…
A few moments after thinking about all this, Rook turned and asked:
“There is a pit stop coming up, did you want to stop and get some food?”
He agreed despite the fact he wasn’t hungry, anything to get out of this cab even just for a moment. They pulled up and got out, both looking around checking out the surroundings and stretching their legs, Rook started walking for the door, clearly keen on a meal and offering to pay for the cab driver as well.
“Hey I’m just ducking off to the toilet for a moment!”
Quince shouted quickly walking the other direction. The moment they were out of site, Quince started making his way to the road determined to find some other transport. A moment after hitting the main road, Quince heard sirens getting closer and closer. Just as the police cars came into view he ducked out of view and ran for the pit stop.
“SHIT!! What are they doing here!”
Quince scampered back into the cab and laid down before peaking his eyes over the back door to see what was going on.
The cab driver came running out of the pit stop towards the policemen screaming for help and began pointing towards the cab. Quince ducked down again trying to think up of a plan before noticing there was a small red light flashing under the driver’s seat dash…
"He had an alarm going this whole time!"
“Did he know it was me? But how?”
He peaked over the door again and saw the policemen just as they saw him, as they were about to draw their guns, Quince noticed someone behind them. Rook exited the building behind them with blood on him and his suit jacket draped over his arm. As the officers raised their guns and began to speak, Rook pulled out a silent pistol from under his jacket and in one swift moment, executed both of them.
Completely baffled as to what was going on, Quince panicked and jumped in the driver’s seat before taking off down the road. Rook stood still in the rear vision mirror watching him drive away.
“… Shit… my case was still in the car…”
Rook walked back into the Pit stop looked at the bodies on the ground and then looked at a clothes rack.
“If that cab driver had of kept his mouth shut, you guys would be totally fine. Still don’t get why he took them over to the cab though?” …
