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A gas station at three in the morning doesn’t see many people drive by most nights. It was quiet, the night singing it’s calm ballad through the whistling of trees and hums of nocturnal owls.
Tonight was not like most nights.
An old and ratchet black van had turned into the parking lot, its engine disrupting the song of the night. Yet, the driver did not bother leaving the car or turning off the engine.
Minutes pass by, the van’s engine still singing as it’s integrated into the song of the nocturnal nature, followed by the introduction of a smaller gray sedan’s engine, a car that had pulled up next to the van. A man stepped out. A man who wore black clothes, his hood up to block his face as if he was trying to hide it. He shuffled up to the van’s window, rolling down as he approached.
Fishing something from his pocket, the driver in the van spoke, “How much this time?”
The man pulled out a roll of an unidentifiable amount of money from his hoodie pocket, “Enough for you to get out of here.”
The driver inspected the roll, then slowly reached to take it. “How far?”
His response was nothing but a shrug, the silence causing the topic to drop. He peered into the van, seeing a the smartphone of the driver propped on the dashboard, a mumble of a news anchor’s voice catching his attention. He read the headline. ‘MAFIOSO PAULINA VILLARREAL STILL ON THE RUN, SOURCES HAVE NOT NARROWED THE LOCATION AFTER HER ESCAPE.’
He chuckled, “They’re still looking for you after the last few weeks? Dedication.”
”Get out.” The driver spoke sternly.
The man shrugged, “You know, you could cause quite a stir. You don’t have to be in hiding, that’s just plain boring if you don’t go out with a bang at least.”
The driver huffed, looking at the man with ice cold eyes that sent chills down his spine, “I said, get out.”
The man backed away out of fear, and the window rolled up, and the van pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.