Fortune

Chapter 4: Insomnia

July

Saturday Night

A good job usually has you on your toes, expecting many outcomes. However, the fact that is having to deal with wounds, incisions, and even stitches on a daily basis was scaring Olivia for the most part. At first her job as a nurse begun normally. Checkups, shadowing doctors, review symptoms, treatments, and such to patients. Then it got weird as she would call it, as May ended, more and more people got injured. More and more reports came about vigilantes in town. That and a couple of other problems which the new mayor has been trying to work on, but working with the opposing side is pretty difficult. However, Olivia couldn't get these coincidences out of her head. So she tried to piece them together, which looked fun for Rose, not so much for her partner.

"I'm only helping because this looks like the ones people do in conspiracy shows," Rose said as she handed Olivia thumbtacks. She set pictures of injuries she worked with, along with a newspaper clipping of what the victim had done in order to get those injuries.

"That's fine, just so you know I have a debit card with enough money to send me to a psychologist, or a hospital, whichever works with you," she told her friend as they set the yarn onto the thumbtacks. Rose giggled. She let go of the yarn as she checked on their dinner.

***

'Monday afternoon'

"You'll get his papers over my dead body," the man spat at Marcus, he wiped the blood off his cheek.

"Look, man we'll give you a choice, me or Drew," Marcus told the man as Andrew was sitting on a chair watching Marcus's chat with him.

"Go to hell," he said.

Marcus rolled his eyes and gave him a punch to the stomach with the brass knuckles he had.

"Look give us what we need and we'll play nice and call you an ambulance at most," he told him.

"How about you deliver this message to 'Aiden',"

"Fuck off," he smiled evilly.

"I give up, maybe our sweet talker can get something out of you," he said signaling Andrew to come through.

Without another word, Andrew pulled out his baton and struck him.

***

"You would assume that at some point they would comply," Isabella said as she sent a false tip to the police into their communicators to make them lose the men's trail.

"I mean we're mostly local, once we hit more spots, it'll be way better," Andrew answered his girlfriend.

A lot of jobs they were taking were very hit-man. Many gangs around the area had been asking for their help. It wasn't that bad for them as they had business to get them some financial stability. Still, they had average jobs like helping people get some blackmail on others, paying up debts, finding lost treasures. It all seemed fine on their end. The only thing left was to start the lease on the building, but there were many mixed emotions about what to do with the place.

"So I'm thinking, something classy," Isabella began as the boys sat on the folding chairs.

"A nice modern touch to this place,"

"You want to make an office for like 3 people?" Marcus told her making fun of her idea.

"Alright what's your idea smart guy?" she asked.

"Strip club,"

"No," both Andrew and Isabella responded immediately.

"Think about it, there could be the bar," he pointed at an empty space.