Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 6 by otx otx

What's next?

A real crime!

You're floating about fifth-storey level checking your smartphone for skin-tight ski wear when something catches your eye. A car on the top level of the parkade at 23rd and Billings has just turned its lights on and off. Again. You fly over to an inconspicuous spot to investigate.

There's a heavyset man in a trench coat getting out of a car and walking toward a scared-looking woman in a business suit. She's holding a briefcase in front of her chest like a shield.

He stops and asks in gravelly voice, "Do you have the files?"

Her voice is small and reedy, the kind that sounds more like squeaking than talking. "Yes. Do you have the evidence?"

"I don't carry that stuff with me. You give me the files and once I check them I'll tell you where to pick up the evidence."

"That wasn't the deal."

"I changed the deal. Now, do you want the evidence?"

She looks like she's about to burst into tears, but holds out a memory stick. You don't like the way this is going.

What do you do?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)