Georges Saubb

One week had passed since the attacks, and I was almost fully recovered. Officially, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house, but this was something I simply had to do. I knew the travel agency on Elm Street would be open by 7:00 am, so I sneaked out of the house at 6:50 under the pretense of going to the bakery. As I entered the travel agency, I saw a dark-haired woman at the counter. “Good morning, miss. May I help you?”. “Well, certainly. I heard that this agency sold trips to Emeraud au Rouge on a 70% discount, and I would be interested in acquiring them if this were the case”. “I’m afraid you’re wrong, miss, we aren’t making any discounts this season at all, but if you were interested in purchasing tickets from May 25th onwards, then…”. “No, in fact, I need them before and a friend of mine assured me that this discount was being made. These tickets were sold sometime during March”. “Oh, during March, you say? We did have a temporary worker here at that time. The trouble that man gave to the accountancy, my god!” “It was that French man wasn’t it? He worked for my father for a while after working here. I think he was even going to marry Penelope, you know, Dr. John’s daughter”. “Yeah, yeah, I know her”, she said. “What was his name again?”. “I don’t quite remember. Georges something, wasn’t it? Georges Saubb, I think it was”. Victory! I knew his name, or at least the name he was using.

I rushed home to tell mum, but was intercepted by an undesirable bunch. “Well, well, ma princesse! Wouldn’t you enjoy entering our van, solely to get some settlements straight, of course”. I had expected this. I had brought my pager in my coat’s pocket and pressed it without them noticing. Security would come at any minute. “Well, actually I would prefer to discuss it right here, gentlemen. I don’t see the necessity for violence. Repeated violence, that is”. The blonde man laughed at the sarcasm, creasing all of his scars. “Well, that is our alternative, princesse”, he said as he reached for a gun in his jacket. And as he pointed it at me my mind went blank. I heard a shot. Am I dead? I opened my eyes. The blonde man was on the floor; blood gushing from his head. It was over.