Drive!

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Sometimes we must do what is requested of us (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos).

Sometimes we must do what is requested of us (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos).

(Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos

Sometimes we must do what is requested of us (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos).

(Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos

(Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos

Sometimes we must do what is requested of us (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Free-Photos).

A car stopped at a small gas station in the middle of the countryside in Georgia. The driver got out and paid for gas. The man went into the convenience store and bought a pack of sunflower seeds and a soda. He paid for his items and went back to his car. Then the driver removed the nozzle and returned it to the pump. He unlocked his car and sat in the driver’s seat. That’s when he felt something cold press into the back of his head.

“Reggie Grey,” said a voice from the back of the car. “I have a deal for you. Drive and I won’t pull the trigger.”

“Who are you?” Reggie slowly asked.

“That doesn’t matter. Drive!” said the man.

Reggie started the car. He pulled out of the gas station and headed towards the road. The man told him to just keep driving, and he’d tell him when he needed to turn. Out of boredom, Reggie changed the radio station.

“Turn that stupid thing off!” yelled the man.

Reggie felt the the gun press harder into the back of his head. He did as he was told. The man told him to turn onto the highway and to just keep going. The man told him he was on a deadline. It was important. Reggie sped down the highway.

After 7 hours of driving in silence, Reggie was told to turn off the highway. They were in Mississippi now. Reggie told the man he needed to go to the bathroom.

“Do you think I care?” snarled the voice. “We are on a deadline and there are big stakes for this. Do I need to remind you, Mr. Grey?” The man removed the safety with a click. That was the only answer Reggie needed.

When the car arrived in Houston, the man finally allowed Reggie to go to the bathroom. They stopped at a construction site at 2 o’clock in the morning. Reggie tried to call the cops but then the man knocked on the door.

“Come on man,” he said, “Do you think I’m a moron? In fact, walk out and give me your phone,” said the man. Reggie reluctantly opened the door and that’s when he saw the man for the first time. He was around 6’3” and middle aged. He had grey hair and a grizzly beard. He was wearing a jacket, jeans, and a pair of sunglasses. His eyes were hidden by the sunglasses, but his face was stern. Reggie handed over the phone and got back into the car. But before the man could get back into the car, Reggie sped off.

BANG. BANG. Two shots rang out but Reggie kept going. He never looked back.

Reggie decide to rent a hotel room for the night. He turned on the TV and he saw an interesting news story. The headline said, “Man Found Dead After Shooting In Vacant Construction Lot.” The reporter then  identified the man as Elijah Beddingfield. The man was found with a birthday card on him, leading detectives think that he was headed to a party.

Reggie’s stomach dropped. He ran out to his car. In the back, where the man was sitting, was a small box. When Reggie looked inside was a cake that said Happy 31st —-. Suddenly a car roared into the hotel parking lot. Reggie grabbed the box and ran inside.

He peeked out his window and saw two slender men walking towards the door. He locked the door. BAM! The door flew off its hinges. The heavily armed men stepped in. The two men looked and saw the window was open. Both of them stepped back outside and saw a car was being started. BANG. BANG. Two shots rang out, but the car roared off into the darkness.

Reggie pulled the car over to the side of the road after a few hours. All of this for a cake. Reggie went to cut a slice but the cake was firm. He saw that under the icing was a box. He also saw that a note was attached in a pocket outside the box. He pulled it out. The note said, “If you found this I am probably dead. Inside has intel on the group that has infiltrated the U.S. Government. I discovered them by chance, but exposing them will may cost you everything.” Reggie never opened the box; instead, he dropped it in a mailbox and addressed it to the White House.

The box arrived at the White House and it was received by the staff. A note was delivered as well with the box. The box and note were delivered to the desk of the President. The note was promptly read, “Interesting. Throw out that box, clean up the evidence, and get rid of whoever sent that.”

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