Hours had passed and we still got nothing from that man. He can't expect us to solve this puzzle on our own especially if he handed it in the first place. We first waited outside the cafe, but unfortunately he didn't showed up.
"Where did you even met that man?" I asked Blake who still kept trying to contact him. "Well, he came to me when I was in New York. He introduced himself as a guy who trains surfers and introduce them to sponsors and competitions." I looked at my best friend in horror which he noticed and responded with a nervous laugh. "Were you drunk when you trusted that man!" His actions began to sink in as he realized what he just said. "Look, I was planning in going back to surfing. I thought he could help me get on a higher level of my career." I simply laughed at his lame excuse, "That is no reason Blake! You're already good in surfing, you don't need some random guy to tell you that." He nodded in agreement as he started the engine of our vehicle. "You're right, I will fix this. We will find that man."
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Next Day
"Dude, you've been driving for hours. We can switch places you know?" I asked in concern noticing the dark circles that are starting to form around Blake's exhausted eyes. Ever since our last talk he became more determined to hunt that man down. I wasn't able to talk to him since he kept his focus on the road. We seemed to be heading to the airport, probably booking a flight to New York. Its where he first met the guy so maybe there's a possible chance that we'd find him there.
"Alright what now?" Blake then led us both to the lobby and asked if a man named David Cage had booked for a flight. The kind lady looked into some of the info that were stored in the computer until he found the exact man we are looking for. "Yes sir, he just booked a flight to New York and his plane will be leaving in 5 minutes."
We thanked the lady and ran as fast as we could in order to be on that plane. We desperately need answers to our endless questions, and we sure will have them as soon as possible.
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That Summer Day
Historia CortaThe ocean was once his home, The waves made him felt alive, The sky reminded him of freedom, But everything changed since that summer day, When the dawn breaks, As the birds starts to fly, A girl whom he once held, Now floats dead on the sea of utt...
