27 The Show (1/2)

16:19 | Layla Roy

-...(Ringing tone)

-Come on!!- I was no fighter. The guy after me was just few feet away. The only possible way for me to stand my ground was to run and buy Jerry some time. The sound of irony wasn't lost on me. I felt like there was only one person upon whom I could rely to see this through.

-Yes. Dt. Johnson speaking.

-(Heavy breathing)Finally! It's me Layla! Get here, fast! The apartment; we're being chased by two guys, serious guys with guns. Oh God! He's here! Please Sel,- My pursuer finally caught me. He shoved the people away to get to me just as I was noticed by him. Getting close to him I felt like his physical appearance resembled that of some new breed of giant. I hoped for Selina to get here for all I knew that if Jerry was to face off against this big sack of lipid alone, the result would be fatal.

-What am I thinking! We're on our own here,- I said to myself. ”No! No!”- But this came out from my mouth. I was so very scared of him that I forgot to scream. I dropped the receiver and started running.

If Jerry couldn't deal with his guy first there was no chance of discovering anything at all. I went inside. All I could hear was the poor security guard's grunts. I dared not to look back. ”I am sorry”- I whispered.

Barry Jefferson | 16:20

-You're good for a stupid piece of..

-(A knee to the stomach)..

-Gahh!! Damn you!- After being kicked in the guts my little pursuer lost his cool. I couldn't let myself get taken down, there was no way.

-...,- He took out his knife. The look he gave me was different a moment ago. I wondered why he had chosen to use the knife only then. There was no need for him to hold back. I was chosen as a target the moment they discovered me with Layla.