Chapter 2

It was a tiny scrap of paper that said Friday at three at the N.B dock. N.B what could that be? Well that was a three days ago. Today is Friday and I still haven’t figured it out.

Vlad didn’t come today so I can’t follow him. It is 2:00 right now. I am wandering the streets and thinking about what N.B can be. When suddenly I figure out what it is. I call Chris and tell him to search for Nuclear Bombs Association. He says nope there isn’t anything called that. Then I tell him to try Nuclear Bomb squad. Chris says yes there is such a dock. He tells me the location and I run there. With every step beating down on the pavement, I stopped and thought of whom I was dealing with.

Too late to turn back now! The sun was really beating now, forcing me to take a quick breather. Three civilians were around me walking to the same port. Thoughts of treachery crossed my alert mind. Could they be hiding something? Of course not, I tried to re-assure myself.

A civilian smiled and stopped to say good morning. He looked harmless enough, with 2 gold teeth and a few grey hairs. Strangely enough, the man was wearing a black trench coat with a blue cravat. His shoes were blood red with apparent markings in foreign tongue. Still keeping his crooked smile he reached into his trench coat pocket. BAM.

I lay still not daring to move. Staring death in the face, I feinged death hoping for the attacker to withdrawal. Believing my guise, he left, cautiously looking every few seconds back at my lumped figure. My arm was stung and an identical bullet was lodged in my right leg.

I stayed on the warm pavement. Praying for help to come. Just as a blue coated policeman came upon me, I went out cold.