A Khan family member.

The man is almost the same height as me, but a little taller. He certainly is Asian and is wearing a Khan symbol embroidered onto his suit. He has slicked back hair and dark sunglasses. he has a small goatee on his chin, almost unnoticeable. His suit is black, typically, and the symbol sits on the left side of his jacket. Red and dark yellow make up the symbol. The symbol is a like a Yin-Yang symbol. One half is a dragon and the other is a snake. The dragon is chasing after a sun while the snake the moon.

In no time at all, the man points a pistol straight onto my forehead. My eyes widen and my girlfriend freezes. I'm also left frozen on the spot but I am wary of the sounds coming from outside. The sounds I hear are footsteps. They are originating from the right. A few seconds pass and the footsteps get louder. A few seconds more, a figure in a red suit similar to the guy who has a gun pointed at me, appears. This figure is obviously a male and he has a black hovercycle helmet on his head. I am confused to see a hovercyclist in an inner district. He motions with his hand for me and the gun holder to move aside. He walks in and the man holding the gun in my face pushes the gun into my forehead, telling me to move into the suite.

Once we are in the suite, the gunslinger slams the door behind him. He also lowers his gun but without warning, he pistol-slaps me, sending me toward the floor. Isabella shrieks in the bed, covering her body with the sheets. At this moment, the man in the helmet looks straight down at me and slowly removes his helmet. Slowly the hemlet rises, and strands of hair flow from his head like a horse's mane. An striking Asian face with a proud expression looks straight into my face.

"Greetings. Nice haircut," he says. "You think I'm here to kill you as well, you think, but I'm not an assassin. Neither is he but he just like the feel of a weapon in his hand. Now I know it was you who ran away from my guards after they killed that man. He had what was coming to him, ****. But I'm now giving you a choice. For your life, as well as the life of this woman, will be spared if you pay us the payment of the man that got shot today. His payment was 500,000 Moon credits. You have one week."

As quick as he came, he left, slamming the door behind him. I'm left to contemplate what is about to happen. But Isabella butts in with a simple question.

"500K in Moon credits? How much is that in dollars?" she cries out. "We don't even have Moon credits. And one week? Shit!"

"Maybe we could pay instead in Earth money, we just match the value," I foolishly say. I'm standing now after saying my suggestion.

"What if you can't pay in Earth money? Then it will all be for nothing," Isabella puts in.

Now, like in a daze, I ponder in mind the phrase "You Gone Die" over and over and I think hard to find a way out of this mess. I think and then come up with an idea.