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The view outside of the windows was gloomy. Gray clouds covered the skies, banishing any ray of sunlight to touch the ground. It was almost dark in the afternoon. The pace of the day really didn’t match the time. Two thirty-four P.M. All four of us were in the blue SUV, driving towards a town called Osoyoos. We had just crossed the town called Hope and were on the wavy highway. The speed limit was Eighty kilometres per hour, but Mappa drove at sixty, much to the chagrin of anybody who followed us. But I believed he was driving on this road that was cut in the mountains for the first time. Also, the endless ditch on our side was reason enough for him to restrict himself to safer driving. The car behind us honked once again. Thrice in the past ten minutes. I had been keeping count. And I had flipped him off the past two times. I decided to stick to my ritual. I rolled down the window barely enough to squeeze my hand out of the car. Chilly air flooded the air t

The morning arrived and the alcohol wore off. I woke up to the shower running. It was not Kyo, who slept next to me. It was not Trigman, who slept on the couch. It wasn’t Priscilla and Harman, who had just entered the room without knocking.  “A little knock would be nice,” I said in my barely woken state. Priscilla had what seemed like a cup of coffee in her hand. I was thankful that she didn’t decide to sip on beer first thing in the morning. She was wearing a white robe and big wayfarer glasses. “I was just wondering when you are going for your crusade. And if Mappa would accompany you guys,” Priscilla said. She walked over to me and forced me to make some space for her in the bed. I budged and she forced herself. Harman took a seat next to the asleep Trigman. “We’ll probably leave by the afternoon. I still have to talk to him about that. What will you guys do?” Priscilla took a sip out of the coffee cup and said,” Harman found two clubs who were eager to pay

I woke up to a ringing cellphone. It took me a while to realize that, as I incorporated the ringing of cellphone to the dream I was having. So it was hard for me to draw the line. However, now that I was fully aware, I threw the covers away and slowly stood up. The cellphone continued to ring.  I shook my head sideways vigorously to get rid of the residual sleep and zombie walked towards the ringing cellphone. The bright screen cut through my vision, making me blind for a moment. As I squinted my eyes to read the caller’s name, it vanished. The room went silent. The screen showed six missed calls and two new texts. I unlocked my cellphone and went straight to the messages. Text from Gian: 11, Goldlink Street, Osoyoos. You can even come to the GasMaxx gas station to meet me. Love, Gian. Text from Trigman: U weren’t picking my calls, so I had to call Kyo. We are in the casino downstairs with P.A. They were here. I opened my call logs and saw four calls from Trigm