“When you have the chance, place just one of the tablet into Juan Miguel’s Drink, when you succeed, press the red button then get out of there before ten minutes and wait for me in your cell.

‘JANITOR’

He placed the drugs in his pocket and walked out, he was surprised to see his cell was without lock, he smiled as he noticed they were fewer guards around his corridor, he asked one of them who showed him Miguel’s corner. The smell of cuban cigar pointed him to the right corner. Miguel was slumped over a chair drinking a glass of wine, he walked in and picked a glass and the wine bottle.

“Hey My champion, I hope the ladies were not too tasking for you?” Miguel joked.
“Not at all sir, in fact I think I overworked them that’s why they ran away before morning” Pedro joked.
“Hahahaha boy you would make a good joker, please add me more wine lemme get something for you”
Quickly Pedro brought out one of the tablet and placed it into his own drink, then filled up Juan Miguel own and waited. Miguel came in with a tablet as he placed the drink on the table while still holding his.
“You know, I have watched you since your first match and you seem to be a nice guy which I can enthrone my estate to, come nearer son, here’s the picture of my only daughter..”


Pedro peeped nearer and saw the beautiful lady smiling at the camera with a gun around her shoulder, he loved women who loved guns, Miguel was pleased that Pedro was glad seeing his daughter.
“She controls my estate and drug business around Mexico, I would love you to group up with her and probable the both of you can get married someday” Miguel continued.
“But why do you trust me this much and how am I even going to leave this place?” Pedro asked, his conscience beginning to tremble.
“Son, I always loathed that Chan of a dude, sure he was my best man and body guard but I was always wary of him but you have a soothing aura around you, and I can gladly say I trust you, Pedro, as for your release, every year, ten prisoners are been granted presidential parole no matter their crimes, I can fix you among the ten” Miguel replied.


“Well that is great news, let’s drink to that” Pedro said, they picked each glasses and jinked them together. Pedro held his and stared at Miguel like he was daring him to drink first. Miguel noticed it and smiled.


“Why don’t we change glasses?”
Pedro oblique and they drank gladly, Miguel was waiting for any tell tale signs to see if Pedro had drunk any poison because he did not completely trust the young kid, any of his rivals can bribe Pedro higher than his. Hence the reason he exchanged his glass with Pedro.


“Sir I have a present for you, I would be right back” Pedro said and walked out.


He pressed the red button while on the way to his cell, as he got in, he packed his money and stacked them back in the envelope, a lone footstep rushed to cell. It was the janitor pulling a trolley behind him.

“Nice job kid, put on this cloth and take this oxygen tank and breathing mask, you have just four minutes before you would be looked for” The janitor said, passing to Pedro a latex black top and trouser, Pedro wore them untop his clothes and took the oxygen tank, encamped it on his back and awaited instructions.

“Take this knife and stop watch, and phone jump into this trolley and let’s go, once the stop watch gives a sharp coded sound, cut your way out of this bag and jump out, leave everything else except the knife and phone, press the ‘*’ key and you would be shown what to do next. Good luck, I hope we meet again someday”
Pedro waited no second late, he jumped into the trolley and covered himself with the breathing mask, the trolley contained dirts from the prisoners cells and everywhere smelled foul.


Pedro heard faint shouts, doors opening and closing, footsteps screaming and running past them, once the trolley was stopped to be search but the foul smell from the waste inside made the guards order the Janitor to move.


The trolley was thrown upside down, he fell on something hard but he kept silent. A minute later he was moving again, this time in a garbage truck. Then the timer sounded. He grabbed his knife and cut open the casing he was in, tore out his mask and jumped out of the garbage truck which was following a rural track.

Quickly he removed the latex clothing and smiled, his envelope was still intact, he took the phone and knife, as he pressed the ‘*’ key, a map appeared, pointing a white arrow and a green box spot, as he moved, the white arrow moved also, he ran towards the direction of the green spot on the screen, he sighted a large drum dumped on the road.

Inside were his passports, flight ticket, a suitcase and a brand new suit with a single fake beard. He quickly changed his clothing, his passport pointed him out as a mexican Oil Mogul. He fixed the beard on his chin and walked away to the major road.


He found a wallet in his back pocket which revealed addresses and some Mexican currencies and a credit card.

He found a taxi, stopped by a bank, sent his money through Western Union before leaving for the airport.

He was there thirty minutes earlier, and waited patiently before boarding his flight, it was good to be free once again.

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CHICAGO, UNITED STATES

A taxi dropped off as a man in black suit dropped down. He noticed people gathered infront of a house, slowly he walked towards the house and stood watching like a spectator.


Paramedics and police vans filled the environ, he walked towards an elderly lady and enquired.

“I knew that house was haunted, armed robbers attacked the house and they were all killed, their body chopped off in weird places” the old woman replied.

“Aww who could be so heartless?” He asked a rhetorical question before surging forward through the crowd.

The paramedics were using metal rakes to bring out different parts of bodies, that moment a female head rolled out, the crowd gasped, they surged back in horror but Pedro was smiling, he recognised the face of the bi’tch.


The lady he rescued from the youths before he travelled had brought a gang of armed robbers to steal his hard earn cash, well that serves her right.


He wore dark shades which he took from his inner pocket and walked away, he would be back when the mess is all cleaned up.