Well i finally got busy and wrote another chapter.
Chapter: 5 Recruitment
Vance ran as fast as his pants would go. He could hear gun shots, the police were right behind him. Vance ran down a dark ally, tipping over anything and everything that could block their path. “Get back here!” They demanded. Vance had to think fast, one false move and he was done for. Then he saw it, a door leading into some unknown building. He ran up to it and tried to open it, but it was locked. Vance pounded on the door, then hid behind some garbage that was in the ally. The cops luckily didn’t see him, but they knew he was still in the ally.
Suddenly, the door opened and a Clakker walked out carrying more garbage. The cops started to question him. Vance immediately ran through the door way and closed it behind him, he was safe again for the moment. He looked at his surroundings. By the looks of it, he was in a kitchen. The employees completely ignored him and kept at work, while Vance headed out the front doors.
Vance thought it was just a restaurant, but after traveling past that section, he found out it was a casino. He continued to walk forward, trying not to attract attention. A bar was pretty empty, so Vance grabbed a seat. The bartender was cleaning a glass and had his back toward Vance and sitting next to him was a Chronicler dressed in a black business suit, which looked a little big on him. “Hey barkeep, can I get a drink.” Vance said in very low voice. “Be with you in a sec.” he replied.
Vance tried to keep his head down, hoping they would not find him in here. Vance suddenly heard a voice. “You look a bit nervous. Hiding from someone?” The voice came from the Chronicler, who sipped on his fancy drink. “No, I’m just waiting here for a friend.” replied Vance with a defensive tone. The Chronicler laughed. “Why so quick to defend yourself? I won’t tell anybody. In fact, I have been looking for you and I would hate see you get hauled away before we had a chance to talk.”
The bartender set a glass on the table. “Wait. You have been looking for me?” replied Vance. “I’ve actually been waiting here for you. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.” The Chronicler seemed very familiar, which Vance could have sworn he met him before. Then he heard metallic click And he turned to find that the bartender was a Wovlark cop who had just held a gun to his face. “Tell me Vance. How long did you think you could keep this up? We don’t just let our employees runaway from like this.”
Vance was confused. This Chronicler thinks he works for him now? “Wait! Who are you? And what do you mean employee? I don’t work for you.” Vance replied with panic in his voice.
The Chronicler stood up and adjusted his tie, then turned toward Vance. “Why, don’t you remember me? I am Mr. Bruss, your employer.”
“I don’t work for you.”-Vance
“You do now.”- Mr. Bruss
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