My Collection

#1

Prompt: Your story opens with two people standing on an oriental carpet... Where are they? Why are they there? What are they doing? Who are they? And what happens to them?

"You know what Ron?! We would have billionaires!" I smacked him on the face so hard he fell to the oriental carpet on the floor. "Your supposed to be Russian damn it! Aren't Russians supposed to be killers?!" I screeched.

Ron slowly got up off the ground. He towered over my 5" 7' frame with his 6" 5' frame. His blue eyes pierced into my olive green ones. He growled "I may be Russian but I am not just going to kill the president of the United States."

I huffed and walked out the nearest door that led to a Chinese restaurant. He followed me when I sat down in one of the cracked red booths. He slid in on the other side. A portly american woman waddled over to our table."What can I do for ya today?"

I ordered first. "I'll have honey walnut shrimp, almond chicken, white rice, and chow mane."

"And for you sure?"

"I'll have the same thing."

Once she had left us there with two bowls of wanton soup we continued our conversation. "So Ron... What are we going to say to them?"

"Well I have no clue. If we tell them no they will find us and kill us."

"And if we say yes we will be rich."

He seemed to weigh his options before he silently blurted "I'll do it."

And that is how Ron and me, Kenny, ended up in the FBI's interrogation room. We went from a small Chinese restaurant in Texas to D.C. Ron and I came so close to getting the job done when someone spotted the gun and arrested us. Fucking cops. We told them that we were being black mailed and were not really going to kill the pres. we were just going to make it look like it. They were blanks in the gun. That was one condition that Ron insisted if he was going to help me or not. Lucky for us we saved all the emails, texts, letters, and calls. It came in handy, turns out that the FBI were after the group that was black mailing us.