JMONEY awoke to the sound of someone banging on the apartment door. He grudgingly opened it to the Dorm Supervisor, who was red-faced. "I've been knocking on everyone's doors. There is no way in hell, but I'll ask anyway. Do you anything about the Mclaren downstairs parked in my spot?" she asked.The Dorm supervisor was an older woman of about 36. JMONEY smiled to himself ."No, I don't. Like you said, how in the hell should someone like me know about that?" answered JMONEY. The woman blew even hotter and slammed the door shut.Meanwhile, Benjamin was waking up to a message from PAYTON: "Good Morning Master. You have 1 Missed Call, and Zero Messages.""I didn't know you could wake me up, PAYTON. Can we turn that off?" ordered Benjamin. "I am synced to your daily alarm clock," remarked PAYTON."Yeah, but it's different when the alarm is inside my head." Benjamin said and checked his phone for who had been calling him. When he saw it was Amber, his heart floated a little bit. But then s
JMONEY was struggling to fit into the McLaren again. It took him about 5 whole minutes."Come on. We're wasting time" groaned Benjamin."I'm not the one that insists on driving a spaceship to class. Couldn't we have just taken the Bus?" asked JMONEY. "Can't," replied Benjamin."Why? You already paid off the Dorm Supervisor." reminded JMONEY. "It's not that. I need it as a bargaining chip," said Benjamin."For what exactly?" asked JMONEY. Benjamin groaned. "It's too complicated to explain. Are you set? Let's just go"The dorms were a short distance from the University, but it was a tussle commuting with other cars on the double-lane road with the Mclaren's wide body. It certainly wasn't built for driving short distances. JMONEY was right, they should've just taken the bus.When they arrived, Professor Tergiz approached them in the common hall downstairs. "This is about to become a really big deal," JMONEY whispered.The Professor took them to the teaching hospital nearby, where Joaquin w
“Guess the more things changed, the more they stay the same” lamented JMONEY. “Is this ideal?” asked Benjamin to himself, stroking his chin, and silently musing a million different things."Benjamin?" asked JMONEY. "Jonathan," replied Benjamin. "What are you planning this time?" asked JMONEY. "Do you think there are others like us?" asked Benjamin."Like us?" repeated JMONEY. "That hate Michael Duboir." clarified Benjamin. "Are you kidding me? There's gotta be tons" answered JMONEY."No, I mean, it has to be from this department specifically. And the same year as him. I know we don't take all our classes together, but there should be, right?" wondered Benjamin."I'm sure of it." replied JMONEY."How long do you think it'll take to find a list?" asked Benjamin."I dunno. Probably a day or two," answered JMONEY."No, that'll mean it'll take even more time to register a complaint." thought Benjamin."What in hell are you talking about?" JMONEY asked. Benjamin placed a hand on his shoulder. "
"There. That's about everything." retired Joaquin. "That's about three incidents. You guys have been up to some naughty businesses. And you're sure you're not holding out on me?" asked Benjamin."What more do you want, huh? The boys will literally stab me if they heard me saying any of it out loud." wheezed Joaquin.Without the aid of Bow Down To Me, this was as pristine of an interrogation as Benjamin was going to get. He checked his watch. At least an hour had passed. 15 more to go. How was JMONEY fairing? "Alright. That'll do. One last thing." said Benjamin."And that is?""What do you guys call yourselves?" Benjamin asked. "What?" retorted Joaquin."Come on, when you're all together. You guys must call yourselves something. The Rowdy Buys, The Tough Bunch, The Growling Grifters??" Benjamin pondered."This isn't some high-school Netflix drama, Benjamin." Joaquin clarified. "We just hang out around Michael. And we're all adults. Who's going to start thinking of names like that?"Ben
Benjamin rapped on the door to the Director of Mechanical Engineering. A low deep voice boomed from within: "Come in." Benjamin stepped in to face the director, an overbearing man who looked slightly above 40, with hard eyes, dark tan skin and a luscious beard of black and grey.He was dressed in a casual grey blazer over a white shirt, arranging and scrutinizing his folders unsatisfactorily."Like no one knows how to file an attendance sheet nowadays" he grumbled. Then looked to Benjamin."What are you standing there for? Take a seat and tell me what you want."Benjamin took the seat nearest to the window. He had forgotten the director's name and looked for something nearby to remember. He found it in a plaque that hung above his university diploma. "Hello Sir, I've come to report the actions of a particular student in the department."The Director scoffed."Aren't you a little too old to be tattle-taling?" he asked. "How about you go settle your differences as an adult?""No can do, Si
Michael didn't slow down even when he was only 10 feet away from Benjamin. Benjamin backed up into the McLaren."You fucker!" Michael screamed."You should know that a single gorilla glass pane on this car costs about $3000, and an extra $600 for the man hours to repair it" said Benjamin, who just looked it up a few minutes ago, "So do with that information what you will."Michael spun his hips and still swung anyway. Benjamin activated Martial Arts in the nick of time, but his instincts reverted to blocking the punch rather than countering it. Michael's arm slid across Benjamins, his fist finding the top right corner of the driver's seat window, where a small crack sprung into sight."Shit. Why didn't I counter that?" Benjamin whispered to PAYTON."Need I remind you that the Martial Arts skill is only at Level 1 still?" replied PAYTON. Michael shook his fist. The blow to the double-paned glass had been excruciating."Great. Now you owe me $3600" said Benjamin."You think I'm just going
“Make a line! Make a line!” screamed JMONEY as he tried to sort through everybody. There was one person left by Michael’s side. It was Terry, trying to hold him up. Benjamin had been looking at both of them intently.“So, what’s it going to be?” Benjamin asked. Michael spat on the floor.“Fuck you! And get the fuck off me, Terry!” said Michael, heaving himself out of Terry’s support.“Like hell you can save everybody here” Michael continued.“Why would I lie?” asked Benjamin.“To give us hope, and then destroy it. I suppose this is some kind of revenge for you,” said Michael. “True. I suppose it is. But what choice do you have really?” said Benjamin, inching closer towards him. “Do you remember, in my first year here, you passed me by in your Nissan GTR when it was raining? You ran over that puddle three times to watch my expressions, and when I got to class, you told me to be more careful of the rain.""Sometimes you covered your nose in Samira’s presence every time I walked by, and la
The university library was at the other end of Campus, so they had to spend more time on the roads before arriving. Not to mention, there was also no parking lot, so they had to settle for parking just by the entrance curb leading into the library.“They’re going to tow it,” warned JMONEY. “We’ll be out quickly” replied Benjamin. They hurried past the quiet students on the ground floor, past the computer archives on the second, past more students on the third, before they arrived at the Administrative offices at the mouth of the fourth floor.“Elevator would’ve been quicker” panted JMONEY under his breath as they opened the doors. The lights were off. And from what they could tell, there was no movement. JMONEY checked his watch. “It’s past 07:00. The day shift should’ve closed.” noticed JMONEY.Benjamin was seemingly at a loss for words. He could only think about the seconds ticking away at the countdown timer. There was barely 2 hours left to complete the scenario. “When do you thi