I Ain't Done Yet

The End of Mr. Xavier

The next day, I wake up in my hotel room at about 8 in the morning. It's sunny, but the curtains are drawn so its still dark inside, so I roll over and turn on the bedside lamp, illuminating most of the room.

There's two queen sized bed's in the room, with a plain bed spreads and two pillows on each. The walls are a creamish white with no pattern on it. But the good side of it is that there is a nice 36" TV in front of the beds and a microwave with a mini-fridge. Inside of that mini-fridge is a 6-pack of Bud-Light's and the rest of that pizza I had last night.

Yesterday after receiving that Trans Am, I had gone to Suburban and bought myself a whole new wardrobe because I left everything in LA. After Suburban I had gone to Ammu-Nation and bought myself a .45 handgun and about 200 rounds. That should be enough.

Pulling myself out of bed, I unplug my iPhone from the wall and the screen illuminates with an email from Lenny. So I open and read it.

JC

On regard about today, you need to be at the private district of McCarren at 1130. His name is Daniel Xavier and he will be flying in on a white and gold Bombardier. You need to be in a Limo and disguised as his chauffeur. Take him somewhere and dispose of him. Easy.

L.

I reply to him saying;

Seems easy enough...

JC

How the hell am I going to pull this off? Well, for starts I need to find the original chauffeur and get rid of him so I can "replace" him. But where would the chauffeur be coming from? There has to be at least a dozen limo companies in Las Vegas.

"Wait!" I exclaim out loud and sit up. "I've got an idea..." I reach into the bedside drawer and pull out the phone book. Flipping to the 'Services' section, I find the company that looks like the most likely to do VIP work; Las Vegas Professional Chauffeur Services. I flip out my phone and dial the number.

A young female's voice picks up on the 4th ring, "Hello and thank you for calling Las Vegas Professional Chauffeur Services. How can I help you?"

Speaking in a exaggerated deep voice I say, "Yes. I am Dylan Cole and I am supposed to meet Mr. Xavier at McCarren International as his body guard. But I have missed placed his chauffeur's number. I'm supposed to be in the limo with him."

"Oh yes sir. His number is (702) 855..." the woman continues to give me his name and number and we hang up. So far it's not to hard. I have his number and all I need is for Lenny to track his phone and give me his location. So I send Lenny am email with the number and the request to track him.

Instead of waiting for him to reply, I strip and take a warm shower and think out how I'm going to do this.

First, I need to "replace" the driver and take his limo. That will be the hardest part. After that, I'll pick up Xavier at McCarren and take him someplace to kill him; easy. I just hope Lenny can get what I need.

After the wam, relaxing shower, I check my phone and Lenny has replied. I open and read it.

JC

Your target is in his house in Boulder City. I've installed an app on your phone that can track his location. It's on your home screen under "Trackify". If I were you I'd get a move on if I were you. You have a lite more than two and a half hours left until you need to be at McCarren.

L

I look at the digital clock on the bed table and it reads 8:27. Shocked, I jump up and throw on some clothes; khaki shorts, white t-shirt and black DC's. I check myself in the mirror that is on the wall and next to the TV. My bruising is getting better and the puffiness is gone but my fist is still cut up from punching out the window. I have some stubble growing on my chin and you can see the muscles behind the lose-fit t-shirt and bulge all the way down my arms and legs. I've been told I'm pretty muscular, but I don't really agree.