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Chapter Eleven -- Active
After being tasered by Maryse and placed into his bed as if nothing happened, Dave decided to just fall back to sleep til it was time to go to his scheduled destination. His sleep was surprisingly satisfying. He was out for a good 10 hours before his alarm clock rang suddenly in his ear. He slammed it hard with his massive hand and got up for a shower.
He undressed and turn on the hot water. As the water began to splash off his skin, He wondered what was waiting for him at 4577 Vestavia Ln. He assumed it was a residential address. A person perhaps?
"What the hell are they trying to get me to do?" He said out loud. He decided to play this thing out, do his own investigation.
After his shower and everything else, he went to go put some clothes on, have a light breakfast and walked out of his apartment, ready to meet with whatever he was about to face. As he left his apartment, he spotted Mrs. Beckman, along with Cheddar, inside the elevator.
"HOLD THE DOOR!" Shouted Dave as he rushed towards them.
Mrs. Beckman obliged and put her walker in front of the sliding doors, keeping them from closing.
"Well hello there David" Said Mrs. Beckman smiling.
"Hi Mrs. Beckman, hey Cheddar" Dave said, smiling at both of them.
"Well now you look nice. Where you headed too dear? Asked Mrs. Beckman
"I um...have a new job" Dave said uneasily as he looked down at the floor.
"Oh wow! That is wonderful! I'm so happy for you." Mrs. Beckman removed her walker from the door and pressed the Lobby button on the elevator panel.
"So what about you?" Asked Dave
"Ooh Cheddar and I are going to the park this morning. Lovely day the weatherman on the tv said it would be."
As the elevator doors opened at the lobby, Cheddar and Mrs. Beckman headed towards the revolving door.
"Bye now David. Have a great 1st day at work!" Mrs. Beckman yelled as the elevator doors closed. Dave pressed the P1 button for the parking garage just a level below the apartment building.
As the doors opened to show a dark-lit garage, Dave headed for his SUV, which by his surprise was in the same place it was yesterday.
"Hmm" He said to himself. He headed to his vehicle and climbed in. Another Manila envelope was waiting for him on the dashboard. He quickly opened it and read the note inside:
"Your active's name is Lincoln Buros." it read.
"That's it? Just a name?" Dave asked himself. "Fuck"
He started the car after entering the address he was given yesterday in his GPS Navigation and headed out.
"hmm" He said. He'd been driving for over 10 minutes and was approaching the house. He entered the small suburban community and saw dozens of beautifully placed houses, each giving off their own story. As he continued down the road to locate his destination, he spotted a man briskly walking his dog. He turned to catch a glance at them. He set his eyes forward and continued until his GPS lit up and indicated he'd reached his destination. He looked at the house, big and spacious, lined with perfectly manicured shrubs and bright red double doors. He parked on the curb of the street and got out of his vehicle. He put his shades on and walked along the cobblestone path to the front door, careful not to step on the lush green grass.
He approached the door and rang the bell. No answer. He waited 30 seconds before ringing it again. Still no answer or detectable movement inside the house. He banged his fists on the door and peered inside through the glass on the door. No one appeared to be home he thought to himself. He stood at the door waiting for a sign of life inside the 2 story, recently built home.
"A man making 6 figures has to live here" he said.
As he continued to wait, a wet substance began to line the back of his right leg, then some chewing occurred.
"Fuck!" he shouted as he jumped and turned around. It was the dog from the sidewalk. He noticed the apparent owner, a young african-american male running towards them.
"SORRY ABOUT THAT!" He shouted as went for the dog and pulled him away from Dave.
"He gets a bit ancy when he see's someone new in the neighborhood." The younger man said smiling.
"That's OK I guess" Dave said.
"You know." The man began. "I hear the person that lives here is a bit weary of newcomers as well. He's all you know, suspicious and what not. That's probably why he hasn't answer the door yet."
"Is that so?" Dave asked. "Should I knock harder?"
"NO! That won't do any good in my opinion. You should just wait."
"I've been waiting for over 10 minutes. He should have answered by now." Dave said annoyed.
"You're right. Guess he's being a jerk today." The jogger said.
"Tell ya what. Why don't you try once again. I'll bet he'll answer this time."
"Fine" Dave said looking at the man. He turned around and rung the door bell once more. 30 Seconds passed and no answer.
"Well he's not going to answer so I gone. Fuck this new job. I could be at home doing nothing right now, but no Jackson had to rear his ass my direction and force me to take this crazy gig. I should have said no."
Dave began to walk down the path when he heard a voice.
"But Dave if you hadn't had listened to your friend, then you wouldn't have been introduced to The Unit, or have met me and Chaz here."
Dave stopped dead in his tracks and swirled around quickly.
"What?" He asked.
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