The Drive.

over 3 years ago

A man dressed like a cleaner walked into an hotel. He had a face cap on that made it kinda impossible to see his face clearly and was dragging a laundry cart with him, the cart was filled with cloths.

The man walked to the elevator and pressed the eight floor key at the elevator. He glanced at his wristwatch for the fifth time in three minutes.

He got out of the elevator the moment it got to the eight floor, dragging the cart along with him. His eyes were focused on the room number labeled above each door. He stopped at room 524 and gently knocked at the door.

A middle age chubby man opened the door. The chubby man stared at the cleaner.

“Wrong room. I didn't call for room service.” The chubby man said and was about closing the door but got stopped by the cleaner. He pushed the door open and walked straight to the window and he stared to the down floor before walking over to his cart.

“You're Derrick Hunt right? Also known as The Mask”

Derrick was taken aback. No one knew he was the face behind the name 'The Mask'.

“Wh.. Who are you?”

“Wrong question.” The cleaner replied as he walked back to the window and focused on the black van that just parked in front of the hotel.

“Look man, you better leave my room before I call the security.” Derrick said and picked up the phone by his bedside.

“You recently hacked into a secret organisation database” The cleaner continued ignoring the threat made by the man “And you got some valuable information. Where did you store them?”

“I... I... Ho..w.. I don't know what you're talking about” Derrick shuttered.

“Look in about nine minutes..” The cleaner glanced at his watch. “.. make that eight minutes, six men are gonna walk in here without knocking like I did and they are gonna ask you this same question but not as politely as I'm doing. So if you want to live, you better start talking.”

Derrick ran to his computer, punched in a few keys and immediately, the whole hotel feeds displayed on his screen. He gasped when he saw about seven heavily armed men in the elevator.”

“Oopss my bad. There are seven of them, not six” The cleaner said with a grin.

“Okay.. I will give you what you want.” Derrick said. It was obvious he had been shaken by what he just saw.

“Where is it?”

“I stored it in a drive.”

“A drive?”

“A flash drive. I will give it to you when you get me out of here alive.”

The cleaner sighed. He walked over to the cart again and began taking out the cloths in it.

Derrick was confused. “What are you doing? This isn't a time for laund...” he paused after he saw the cleaner pull out a rifle from the cart.

“From now on, you do as I say and less talking. Understood?”

Derrick nodded.

“Good. Let's go.”

_{To Be Continued}