Go see Mike

Switching between rage and fright like a broken lightbulb, you were frozen there, nust staring at the skin of your girlfriend. You and Jeanine had your problems. You always saw her as kinda demanding, controlling over you. You didn't like being tied down too much, and have cheated on her before. Luckily though she never found out. But now... all you felt was love and care for her. But was the person you loved even real?

Finally, you put the skin down. A single tear dropped from Lola's eye, dripping on Jeanine's skin. You had to fix this. For her, for Max, for yourself. Luckily there was one person who could help you. As horrible as they were. Mike.

You wiped your tears away, quickly making sure they didn't ruin your makeup, as was Lola's habit. You stuffed Jeanine back into the duffleback and closing it. You debated taking them with you for a minute, but weren't sure if you wanted to give Mike access to your last resort. After a short internal debate, you decided to bring them along. You had to explain everything to him, and that would include the skins.

Quickly organizing everything and redressing in your large fur coat, you armed yoursef with Lola's pepper spray and handbag, grabbing the heavy bufflebag over your shoulder with a large huff. It was definitely too big for your slender frame, but you'll handle.

With everything figured, you head downstairs, with a few stoos along the way for rest.

The streets were deserted at this point. It was late at night, and only a few druggies were out. Your neighborhood wasnt actually that far from here, it wasn't surprising when you think about it that a hooker would live close to the hood. You could make the walk, but with the bag not only would it be difficult, but you would make an easy target for predatory men. To your surprise though, and great relief, you spot a lone cab making the turn. And it was vacant!

You desperately hail it, thankfully managing to get the driver's attention before they make another turn. The cub slows down by your side, and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly hopping into the backseat, you drop the dufflebag on the seat beside you. "22 Grover street on the east side.", you commented, you remembered this to be one of the safehouses the gang used. Hopefully you could find Mike or one of his pawns there.

The cab driver strolled along without a word. He was awfully quiet, but you didn't think much of it. It was almost 4 AM, could you blame him?

You looked out the window at your hood, feeling a relief finally being back home. Soon this would be over, you just had to make one last push...

You turned your attention back to the front, catching the driver staring at you in the rearview mirror before quickly shifting back.

You looked outside the window again, just in time to see you breeze by Grover street.

"Oy, you missed the turn." You commented. No response. His eyes were focused on the road.

"Hey, do you hear me?!" You yelled, Lola's attitude getting the better of you. The man's eyes shifted back to your reflection in the mirror, then back. He seemed to speed up.

Slowly you were catching up to what was happening. You reached your hand towards your handbag, taking a grasp of your pepper spray. Just as you were about to pull it out, the cab halted to a stop. You raised your view, your eyes widening as you caught a quick glipse of the black pen pointed at you, before blacking out.