The Mantis

The Razor

I was running right through the crowded floor of the New York Stock exchange while trying to dodge the constant sea of people. The police were still chasing me and yelling,"Stop that man!" I knew that if they caught me I would be put right back into jail. I saw the exit ahead of me. Just as I was about to leave two men enter the door looking around and then they spotted me. They motioned for me to hurry. I'm glad they were here to help me get away. As the three of us ran outside, into the sunlight, we jumped in a limo and then we raced away with the police no where to be found. I breathed a sigh of relief and then the two men took off their glasses and told me we were going to be heading to the safe house. They explained that they had hair dye and colored contacts so no one would be able to recognize me. They also explained that I had to shave my beard.
At true hotel they handed me a razor and said keep this with you at all times. They were probably the ones who helped me break out of jail because the last thing I saw at the prison was an identical razor with the same symbol on it, a winged bug. "What was going on," I remember thinking," who were these men and what did they want with me?"
I reluctantly shave my beard and placed the razor in my pocket. I looked in the mirror unable to recognize who I was looking at. The person starring back was a man who had black hair and deep blue-green eyes and no beard. They gave me new clothes that were a little too big on me but I put them on not wanting to anger these mysterious men.