The Call
From Create Your Own Story
Normally you don't like being called in the middle of the night, but the words "five," "million," and "dollars" was enough to wake you up.
Unfortunately, you knew what you would have to do to get it before Mr. Rezvy even got to the job. Money like that isn't given out for anything short of what you did in Palinero.
Palinero. Where you fought the old war. They called you "Beacon" for your propensity for providing some hope to Palinero's poor. It seemed so long ago, but it wasn't. You're sure most would like to think that you've become a different person since those days, but deep down you knew you would be accepting whatever dirty work the smooth-talking Russian had for you before he even gave you the details.
Five million dollars. Shit. You thought you had found a nice little corner of the world here in Cape Town, where nobody knew you and you could live in peace. Not like a king, perhaps, but the interest on your Palinero money would have been enough to ensure you didn't have to do an honest day's work ever again.
But still... five million. And you always did like the idea of living near the Mediterranean.
