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Date Posted: 14:45:35 11/26/00 Sun
Author: <font color=gray>Jonathan</font>/John Lindsey
Subject: The Search
(To see the truck was to believe the incompetence of Detroit. The once proud truck had become a terrible mockery of itself. Once, once upon a time, it was a mighty steed. Solid curves, shimmering paint and the sound of a purring cat was what this once mighty truck was. However, time is not a kind master. The truck is now 17 years old and showing its age. The solid curves were marred by countless dents. The once shimmering two-tone brown-on-tan paint was weathered and scratched. Rust spots covered the truck like an incurable disease. Long gone is the sound of the purring cat. The engine now raced with a maniacal tone, most befitting of its owner. The truck was, as a Texas saying goes, “Rode hard and put away wet”. Yet, despite it all, the truck refused to die. It would not die.)
[The Ford F-150 pulled to the side of the road. Jonathan Lindsey calmly steps out and walks to a chain-link fence that protects nothing but an empty lot. Jonathan lets out a sigh and goes back to his truck. Of course, waiting there for him, was John.]
John- Find anything?
Jonathan- No. Just another dead end.
[Jonathan began to grow weary of this game. For the past few months, he had been searching for Reina, but to no avail. Jonathan missed Reina. Desperately. He began to have chest pains, he missed her so badly. John did not.]
Jonathan- Something ain’t right here, John. All we keep hitting are dead ends, following false leads, piecing together half-clues...we’re being lead on a wild goose chase.
John- Do you think Reina is setting these up?
Jonathan- I highly doubt it. She is too much of a straight forward person. She wouldn’t go through all this trouble, she’d just meet me face to face.
John- Ryken then?
Jonathan- No, I doubt that as well. The boy ain’t got enough sense to set up leads like this. He ain’t got the time either. He knows that if I suspected him, then his wife would be in danger.
John- Then who?
Jonathan- F*cked if I know. Make no mistake about it though...someone’s hidin’ them. Someone really good. Hidin’ them and probably watchin’ them. Protecting them. Ain’t nobody ever stumped my tracking skills like this before.
John- Then why don‘t you give it up?
Jonathan- Because I gotta find her! I need her too much.
John- Maybe she doesn‘t need you.
Jonathan- How in God’s name did I get you in my life?!
John- Your life?! Hey, who made who here? Its not my fault that your psyche is fractured so badly that you had to create me for some kind of defensive mechanism!
[At this time, a hobo was scrounging through some trash, when he hears the argument. He peeks around the corner to see a man standing outside of a truck, yelling at the truck about “love”. The hobo shook his head. Lots of loonies these days.]
Jonathan- Now shut up. Lets keep searching.
(The truck refused to die. Possibly because the truck was alive. A foolish thought? Perhaps, but one worth thinking about. After all, think about cars. Some people will spend more time and money on a car in a week then they will spend on their family in a month. People sit in their cars and talk to them...perhaps cajoling, perhaps begging, perhaps threateningly, or perhaps lovingly. People will shower their car with so much love and affection, that maybe the car starts to thinking. Thinking that it IS alive. That they have feelings also. Of course, some people think this is a foolish thought...but one worth thinking about.
[The Ford continued down the road, its driver in a fairly deep thought. He drew in deeply of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and took a swallow of the Jack Daniels beside him. This search was really starting to piss him off. Very few things did that. Was Reina really behind all of this? Did she truly not want him to find her? Well that is too bad for her. Jonathan didn’t go killing half-way across creation just to stop now. He was a man on a mission.]
John- So now what?
Jonathan- We wait and watch. I believe I need to contact our mysterious friend.
John- Oh?
Jonathan- Yes. I did far too much work for him/her and I await my prize. I don’t like doing such distasteful work when I can avoid it.
John- Do you believe our “friend“ can actually give you want you want?
Jonathan- For his/her sake, I’d imagine so.
John- What is your strategy for the Tag Match later?
Jonathan- I believe I’ll let you handle this one. However, do not harm this Barry Odyssey character. We have orders to do that. But, if Barry betrays us, then we plant him in the ground.
John- This is a dangerous game we are playing.
Jonathan- If I don’t find Reina, then I don’t deserve to live in the first place.
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