Fiction: Group 4
“Oi.” You got off the bike, pulling your beanie further over your head, sliding off your sunglasses.
“What do you think you’re doing with that money?”
Both men looked at each other confused, then turned back to face you. “Money? What you on
about mate? This is heading straight to the shipping docks, not some low life criminal like you.”
Your eye twitched at this comment, taking a step forward.
“Give it to me now, the money is meant for Cecilia Haywood, the info broker.”
“I’ll tell you one more time, this ain’t yours, or Cecilia’s money, it’s gun parts heading out of here
at 3am-”
“Gou, keep your mouth shut! Remember, this isn’t any of their business!”
“Sorry Tsung, but let’s just get these parts outta here before they-”
You huffed, tired of their excuses and bolted forwards, intent on getting the bag from them, intent
on completing your mission just like any other day.
In just a few short seconds, the bag was lobbed over your head, in a sad attempt for this ‘Gou’
person to catch it. The result? Either Gou’s too short, or the throw was too high. Either way, the bag ended
up flying over his head, over his arms and landing onto a passing van’s roof top. Great.
“Come on Sugar, let’s go before we lose sight of the van.” You went over to the bike, straddling
the seat, holding onto Sugar’s jacket again.
‘That timing was weird… At least it wasn’t run over. Plus they won’t be able to catch up to it in
that state. Now to get away without the police- Too late…’
4PM
Reality One:
You walked briskly through the evening streets of Guang Zhou. There was hardly a soul, a few rats
and a dying cat. You kept your head down nonetheless. As you turned onto the service road, you heard
voices.
“Here, as you asked for.”
“Thanks, oh, by the way, the name’s Gou Lee. It’s been a pleasure working with you.” You
glanced up ahead, seeing them passing a green bag between them.
“I’m Tsung Yi, I’m sure you’ve heard of my big boss, ‘Big Bao’ as he calls himself.”
“Ah yes, well, tell him these parts are going to get there safely, no trouble, the cops won’t find out
I promise you that.” They shook hands firmly.
“I suppose I’ll see you again, oh and…”
Their voices died out as you made your way deeper into the city, pushing aside this seemingly
normal event.
Reality Two:
“Just another normal mission then?” You asked Cecilia after he blunt instructions.
“Yes, and as per normal, you keep 10% of the money.” She spoke, tongue curling on every word
like a snake. She spun in her chair to meet you with a smirk and an amused gaze. You raised an eyebrow,
already aware that she does this every so often, her knowledge of the Pearl River Delta area greater than
anyone’s.
“What will be so interesting about this one then? I can tell from that expression, what’s going to
happen?” You sighed softly as she simply shook her head.
“That would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?” She purred, sending you on your way.
10:30PM
Reality One:
You let go of the railing and wiped your sweat riddled palms on the side of your baggy jeans, as if
you were trying to get rid of all the stress and pain you felt at that current point in time.
‘I guess it’s time to make my way home now, I have nothing else to do… Damn what’s my wife
going to think? What about my boss?! I’ve lost the money and my job! Tonight’s going to be a long night…
Better get myself a coffee. Yeah, coffee. Coffee fixes everything.’
