A year ago…
The girl stood on the edge of the building. She was shivering in the cold weather, her body freezing even under the large black coat. She was waiting for someone; she had waited for a couple hours now for someone that might not be coming. The girl started crying before taking out her cell phone.
…meanwhile, atop of a desk, the phone rang.
Enriquez suddenly woke up and got out of bed. He stood up, looked around the room and then mumbled “Man, what the fuck happened…”
The phone rang even louder.
“Eh, who the fuck is this…” Enriquez picked up the phone. “Eh…hello?”
“Enriquez…why aren’t you here yet…” The girl’s tears have colored her entire face red; she was trying to stop crying, but she couldn’t.
Enriquez looked at the calendar on his computer. “AHH-SHIT! I’ll be right there, Maddie-” Enriquez immediately hung up and called another number.
“Hello, this is Global Auto Body And Repair. How may I help you?”
“Hi, I’m, uh, wondering if my car is repaired. 1992 Nissan Pulsar, black, plate number 23SWAKL-”
“Sorry sir, can you wait a extra day? Repairs are taking longer than expected-”
Enriquez hung up. He took out the phonebook, looked up a number and slowly pressed the numbers, one by one.
“Hello, this is Congressman Jack Watanshi’s office. Please leave a message at the tone-”
“Jack? Jack? Where the hell are you?”
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U.S. Capital, Washington, D.C., USA
“Mr.Watanshi?”
A slender, cold-looking Japanese man in a suit walked up to the desk. “Ah, Laura. Thanks, I’ll handle this one.”
“Heehee.” A small, short blonde Japanese girl smiled and started picking papers on the table. Jack patted her on the head.
“Say, Laura, have you gotten in a relationship with anyone yet?”
“Watanshi-kun, you have no idea how the boys here suck!”
“Well, your cold then cute personality might be scary to some-”
Laura became angry. “That’s not how my feelings work, Watanshi-kun! And stop treating me like a kid! I’m almost 20, you know!”
Jack chuckled. “Hey, just saying.” He picked up the phone.
“Yo, what the hell, Jack? Why won’t you answer me?”
“Oh, sup, Cactus. Something you need badly, hmm?”
“Hey, uh, bro, I have some problems here. I, uh, need to borrow your car…”
“Which one?”
“Uh, the silver GT-R Hybrid?”
“Eh, I brought it with me to Washington.”
“The purple Skyline?”
“It’s in Colorado.”
“The black one?”
“Yeah, sure, that’s the only car I have in San Francisco anyways. You have the keys to my apartment, the keys are on my desk.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
“Just because I wanted to play with you.”
“Oh fuck you-you know what, I got to go. Cya.”
“Hey, wait, there’s, uh, a special-”
Enriquez hung up. “Ah, whatever,” said Jack. “I’ll reach him later. Back to business.”
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Couple minutes later…
Enriquez tried to unlock the Skyline with the keys, to no avail. Then he saw a mini remote control keypad on the same keychain.
He took out his cell phone and made another call to the Capital, this time to Jack’s cell phone. “Yo, Jack…”
“Hey, sup? Lemme guess, you can’t unlock the car.”
“Yes…”
“All right, do what I say. First, insert the key into the door.”
“Ok, next?”
“Enter the number 31998 into the keypad.”
“…ok.”
“Wait 30 seconds until the first light is green. Then take the key out of the car, enter the number 29173, and re-insert it. Then the car should automatically start.”
“What kind of clusterfuck security system is this?”
“Hey, it’s less complicated than Kholdy’s scripts or himarichan’s games...”
“Why the fuck are you bringing up IRC?”
“Ok, whatever. I need to go, see ya later…”
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Enriquez followed Jack’s steps, entered the car and then drove out of the parking garage as fast as he could. He then rampaged through the streets of San Francisco, getting lost several times along the way until he finally arrived at the City Hotel in Union Square. He got out and gave $15 to a valet standing at the front door to park the car, then ran up 46 stories to the roof.
“Maddy!” He shouted. Maddy turned around and saw Enriquez running.
“Enriquez!” Her tears of sadness were gone, and she smiled. She backed up a little bit…
Except that there weren’t any guardrails there. The rooftop was temporarily closed for maintenance, which included the replacement of the guardrails…
“Ah-ah-ah-”
Enriquez was in shock and immediately ran to save her.
But it was too late. She fell off…
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“Mr.Varadro?”
“Uh, yes. How is her condition, Doctor?” Enriquez asked calmly.
“She’ll live. But…she’ll be in a coma for a long time.”
“How long?”
“For at least six months.”
………..
Enriquez was too shocked to speak.
Why…
Why did it have to end like this?
“We’ll be contacting her parents now.”
“All right. Doc, before I leave, promise me one thing…”
“Hmm?”
“Make sure you make her forget me. Yeah, make her forget me…”
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Washington, D.C.
“Hey, Jack, you know something?” A heavy-bodied, light colored and somewhat fat man dressed in a black suit asked Jack at a dinner table in a high-class Italian restaurant.
“Eh, what is it this time, Tom?”
“This job is nice and all, but I think I reached my limits here already.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to elevate myself to something higher. A senator, maybe.”
“Don’t tell me you’re running for the special election in California.”
“Oh, I am. Nobody else is running.”
“California, voting in a Tennesee-born redneck? Haah….”
“Hey, I only call myself CaliforniaRedneck on IRC. Don’t use that word in real life, I beg you. Also, I’m a progressive all the way. I got elected in Oakland, what makes you think I won’t get elected in a Senate race?”
“…well, you got a point.”
“You’re an Asian guy elected from Denver. You know better than this.”
“….”
The cell phone on the desk suddenly rang.
“Ah, hello? Enriquez! I’m, uh, just having dinner with McCllean…”
“Bro, I’m moving out of San Fran.”
“…wait, what happened?”
“Too long to explain.” Enriquez hung up.
“…well, shit happened?” Tom asked.
“…something to that extent.” Jack replied. “Anyways, where were we…”