The Fugitives: There's always a plan

Changing Of Plans

“Who the hell are you?” He asked with his eyebrows scrunched up.

“The guy you didn't count on.” Jones said with a wintry smile.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he stood up elegantly, keeping his fears aside. He pressed on to the question with so much anticipation.

Although his face was wizened, his agility didn't support his old age. 

“Sit down,” Jones said with a calm voice, but it seemed like his calm voice was too calmed to be obeyed. Tomica refused to listen.

“Sit down,” He said, pronouncing every word slowly. There was some action in his tone and Tomica could feel it, but that had nothing to do with him sitting down. The gun Jones pointed at him was the control that ducked him back to his seat.

“How do you expect me to answer every of your questions if you don't keep it cool.” Jones stated.

“Keep it cool? Really?” He said, “how do you expect me to keep it cool when the police will be here any minute and my secrets will be blown out. I have fucking work for this, okay?”

Jones sat beside the bed, tapping his gun on the wooden bed base.

“Not just one gang will be coming for you. A lot of them will, and I'm one of the gang.” Jones said.

“What… What do you mean?” Fear gripped him.

Jones stood up, pacing back and forth with his hand on the trigger guard, ready to pull the trigger in case of any wrong movement from Tomica.

“Every gang sent in here will get whatever thing they want, and you will be dead after that.” Jones explained.

“Oh my god….” He exhaled heavily, “So, you want something from me? You going to kill me too? I'm good to die? What… what do you want, please?”

Jones chuckled, “How many questions at a time.” He fell to a crouch so that his face was at the same level as Tomica's. He could feel his heavy breath. He was breathing so fast, like he was about to have a heart attack.

“I'm not going to kill you.” Jones said.

Tomica's rapid breaths began to slow down when he heard that.

He wrapped his two jiggling hands together as he tried to calm himself, “Why uh… did you help me?” 

Jones smiled as he shot a glare at him, “I need information from you, and if you're dead, I can't get it.”

“What information… Anything. I will give to you, Just let me live.” Tomica pleaded.

“You work for Melvin Otani. Why?” Jones asked with high expectations of an answer.

“I… I don't know what you're talking about,” he lied.

“Ohh… You don't?” Jones pressed the gun to his chin again.

“Who are you? How do you know Melvin?” Tomica was too confused to answer any of the questions, but the fear of death was greater than his quest to know who Jones really was.

He started blabbering about all he knew when Jones didn't utter a word.

“So you pay Melvin and in return, he gives you protection. Right?” Jones wanted to confirm everywhere he just heard.

“Yes… Exactly. That's all of it.” Fearful Tomica said.

“And Holly Minard... Where will the abduction take place?” Jones asked, without removing the gun from his chin. It seems like the gun was a control that urged him to say things he wasn't supposed to say.

He decided to break his promise to keep secrets just to save his life. “The conventional center and I have to be there in…" He stared nervously at the wall clock

“Two hours from now.”

“I need your access ticket. Now.” Jones said with a loud voice. He quickly removed only the receptionist shirt and was left with a T-shirt wore inside. 

He took the access ticket and was about stepping out of the room before Tomica stopped him with an intense plea coupled with tears dripping from his eyes.

“Melvin will come after my family if he knows. Please, please, I'm begging.”

“Of course, He will come after you, that's why I have a plan for you to disappear alongside your family. How does that sound?” Jones said as he slightly opened the door.

Tomica hurriedly grabbed his suitcase and followed him, “I can't leave everything I have worked for. I just can't.”

 Tomica was a desk-pounding entrepreneur whose success did more to fuel his drive and ambition than it did to quench it. His company was a subset of the main addictive drug manufacturing enterprise.

“Family or money. Make your choice.” Jones said, as he followed a path different from the one he came from.

In no gap in time, the police arrived at Twilight hotel, but they were already out. Jones pretended to be a staff just to get to Tomica, and his plan finally worked.

Everything was already planned out and as usual, Jones kept his word by helping Tomica to leave the country.

****

At the conventional centre, Each of the teams had their share of supporters complaining about how the officiating was favoring the other team. The combined smell of spilled alcohol not being completely cleaned up, and stale cigar smoke hung in the air, creating a sexy musty atmosphere.

“Hey…Mister, can I see your access ticket please,” one of the agents stopped Jones from entering.

“Tomica Schwinn.” He brought out Tomica's ticket. The guard had no other option than to pave the way.

“Who just got in?” The other guard secretly working for Melvin asked.

“Tomica Schwinn.”

“Thank you.” He stated.

“Tomica Schwinn in…” The protective agent who was working for Melvin contacted one of Melvin's lackeys instantly. 

Melvin had just two agile men who led all the gang. They are like the squad leaders when Melvin is not in the field.

“Copied.” He replied and immediately transferred a call to Melvin. “Boss…Tomica Schwinn in.”

“Tomica Schwinn??… I doubt that. Tomica Schwinn uses only the shorthand form of his name for exchange. That's not him. I need his picture NOW!!!” Melvin sounded so serious, like his life depended on it.

“But boss, the access ticket was verified.”

“Joan, I don't care… I need his picture now!!! And that's it.” He yelled and interrupted the telephone conversation.

“Copied Bo…” Joan couldn't reply before he heard a disconnected tone.

Sticking with the plan, Joan didn't go to the conventional centre instead he contacted most of the residing hosts there to figure it out.