In a brightly-lit document-stacked gleaming furniture-arranged room, relaxing on a puffy office chair, scribbling something onto a piece of paper was Edward, a hulk-sized man looking to be in his 70s with a bald head, scorned face, and capital M mustache, wearing a checkered bowtie suit.
A burst of knocks came from the door, it opened. “Sir, Mister Rick Dixie is here to see you.” A smooth female voice was heard behind the door. Edward's hand stopped scribbling, and his face revealed a smile.
“Let him in.” He responded in an excited tone.
Rick walked inside, having faint bruises on his face, wearing a llama-image T-shirt and black jeans. “Edward, how am I not coming back for your funeral?” They both chuckled as Edward stood up, and accepted Rick's hug. They both sat down.
“Seeing you out Rick is a relief, it must have been terrible for you, thank God I had a friend on the inside.”
Rick's face frowned in response.
“Listen, I appreciate all of that stuff you did for me, you know me. I just don't want to talk about what happened there.”
Rick looked away while he replied.
“Heard about the fight before you got released. I heard he did some concoction stimulation stuff, beating you to near fatality.” Rick chuckled with a bitter smile in response while Edward's face morphed into a frown, Rick stopped laughing.
“I don't think talking about my near-death experience is what we can chat about. That's not even true, I fought him… forget it, what has happened has happened, and that humiliating defeat is in the past. I didn't think it would happen but don't worry, I am now here in the flesh. I am in good condition Edward, trust me.” Rick explained.
“Rick, what happened was my fault. I didn't know the cops were already sending in secret guys, heck, I should have suspected it but had a bit too much faith in my set-up. I had to stay low for some time. We lost a lot of good guys to those idiots, and you just got unlucky, locked up, and humiliated like that.” Rick's face twitched.
“What happened, although I would have preferred to avoid it, happened, and the undercover guy… I have forgotten his name, what happened to him?” Edward chuckled at the question. He picked up a thick brown file from the floor and pushed it across the table to Rick. Rick grabbed the file, and opened it, eyes bulging upon the first page, Edward gave out a crackling laughter.
“Wait. Edward what the–”
“Rick, hear me out. Will you hear me out?”
Rick flipped through the remaining pages of the file with a look of disgust.
“Oh come on man, why did you show me this?” Rick pushed the file to Edward.
“After you were arrested, I had to find a way to capture all the undercovers. Called a friend, Jimmy. This man happens to be quite good at finding a rat in operations.” Edward explained, Rick raised his eyebrows at him after.
“We caught the guy who was undercover and discovered some other guys too. Now, I wanted to just shoot them but Jimmy, without my permission, chose to light them up. Now this has gotten to the police which is why we changed base and remained low for some time. After the arrest, hiring guys has been somewhat some time Edward explained, Rick's face frowned.
“Rick, I trust you. We know each other, that's why I chose to let you in. Even if you quickly got arrested on a first job, believe me when I say that I trust you.” Rick huffed and gave a bitter smile.
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CRIMSON LABYRINTH TALE
Misteri / ThrillerIf Rick had just kept his calm when he found Nancy in a crate and sealed it back, then this non-linear crime thriller of a botched operation leading to a series of events affecting surrounding people, wouldn't have happened. This story is the first...
