The Foundation

An Eye for An Eye

Scarlett wakes me from a sound sleep. She hands me her cell phone. I assume it's for me.

“Hello?” I ask. It’s Mr. Brown.

“Mister Roman, naptime is over. I need you to go pick up a package for me. Go to the valet at the Plaza Hotel and speak with Steve. He will give you a package. You then meet me at Fatty’s Bail bonds on Bonneville and drop it off. Bye.” He explains as he abruptly hangs up the phone. I hand the phone back to Scarlett, who has now changed her clothes. She’s wearing long, black leather skirt with matching jacket and a white blouse. The outfit hit all her curves right. I started to wonder what a fine sister like her doing is mixed up with these crazy white boys. I put my shirt back on and use my hand to straighten out my sleep-wrinkled pants. She watches me, smiling, while I’m getting dressed.

“See something you like, Scarlett?” I ask smiling

“Nope, not at all Mister Roman. I’m simply amusing myself by imagining putting a bullet through your skull.” She chuckles. Crazy Bytch. 

I put on my guns and we head out into the streets. The Plaza Hotel is downtown. So it’s a very short trip. She says nothing the entire drive. We pull into the valet. It didn’t take long to find Steve as he walks right up to the car. Steve was a young kid, no more than 22 years old. Very clean cut and he looked just a little too polished to be parking cars in a downtown hotel. He smiles at Scarlett, and then looks over to me.

“Mister Roman, here is the package for Mister Brown,” Steve says leaning over Scarlett to hand me the manila envelope. That’s when I noticed Steve wasn’t who he pretended to be because he was armed. I acted like I did not see this and took the envelope, “You two have a nice day.”

I turned around and drove off without saying bye to Steve. I turned at the light and immediately pulled over in front of the bus station, just a few yards from where Steve gave me the package, yet out of his sight. As far as he is concerned, he gave me the package and I was off to see Mr. Brown.

“What are you doing Mister Roman?”  Scarlett asks as I rip off the top of the envelope to view its contents. A fucking bag of coke is what I found.

“I’m doing this. What the hell is this?” I ask her, now ripping open the bag and dumping the shyt on the ground. I saw her reach for something. I drew my gun. She froze.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on either Mister Roman. Trust me, I don’t or I would have drawn down and your brain would’ve been joining that coke you just poured out.” Scarlett said. Even though she stopped moving, the look on her face was blank and unafraid. I put my gun away and drove off in silence.

Fatty’s Bail Bond was just a short hop from where we picked up the cocaine. We park out front and walk into the front door.  It’s a very plain office, just one desk with a computer and phone on it. I see another room off to the right, so I head there. In the room is Mr. Brown and 3 of his goons making idle chat. Mr. Brown notices us at the threshold and stops the conversation.

“Mister Roman, Miss Green, please have a seat.” He says to us. There is only one chair so I motion to Scarlett to sit in it while I stood up. I see that Mr. Brown is looking for his package, “Uh, Mister Roman, you have nothing for me?”

“Yeah, I left it out in front of the bus station. I don’t do drug runs for ANYONE.”  I say smirking.

His goons look around at each other and then to Mr. Brown. If I didn’t know any better, it looked like they were awaiting instructions. They move to surround Scarlett and me.  I don’t feel threatened yet, so I keep my cool. One of them stands to the right of Scarlett.  Mr. Brown then looks at Scarlett.