Must Do

After a massive two hours of shaking the world with Sara and –I don't want to mention the details– I couldn't resist the signals that my body sent it to my brain and I surrendered to sleep; with Sara in my bosom.

I didn't have a good dream for a long time, and that night was special; I didn't know why but I felt it that way.

as I woke up Sara wasn't there, I got afraid because I thought that she might have planned for something, I took a look at the clock; it pointed to 6:00 am, I knew that it was broken because there is no way for me to sleep all that time, I directly wore my clothes and walked to the kitchen searching for Sara but there was no trace for her.

Before I headed to the bathroom someone opened the door, immediately I hid and picked up a racket, but it was just Sara who went to get the groceries, I sighed and relaxed.

She said while putting the bags on the floor "are you awake? Sleepyhead?" I nodded with my head.

"I never saw someone sleep like you?" she said ironically.

I asked "Why is that?" she looked at me and wondering "have you ever seen someone who sleeps twenty hours? I mean without your snort I would've thought you dead"

I turned the TV on and watched the clock, it pointed to 6:03 am.

I wore my coat, my glasses, and I drank one cup of water, preparing myself to go outside.

"Where are you going?" Sara asked me.

"I need to go to the crime scene" I answered her while putting my shoes on.

"What! Are you insane? You are wanted by the police!" she shouted.

"I don't have a choice, plus if I didn't go now people are going to die" I answered

"Well, they already did" she turned the TV on the news channel.

-A blowup in an elderly home in the middle of the night caused more than 60 victims, the Police said that these bursts are done by an escapee criminal named Ted Pinkman; a professional detective and a college teacher.-

I continued wearing my shoes, "where are you going?" Sara asked.

"To stop the next blowup" I answered while drinking the coffee as fast as I could.

"But it already happened" she wondered.

I answered her in a quick accent "listen to me carefully, I don't have time but because of what you did last night I will explain. in the Message I received.."

She stopped me "What Message?"

I said, "don't interrupt me, please… so in the letter I received before there was a question which said -WHO IS ME- the right expression is –WHO AM I- and it had been written like this to keep me away from the answer because the criminal wrote it with a code…"

"A code?" she asked.

"Yes, it -2*2 grid Cipher code-; which means writing the letters of the sentence in a grid order of –from top to bottom and left to right- but reading it in order of –the right to left and top to bottom- so, the decoding word become –MOWIAH-" I completed my explanation.

"The Chinese quarter?" she asked.

"Exactly, the letter was sent in the first blowup, so if it didn't mean the next plan, it must be written to clue on the big operation... bursting the Chinese street, but the criminal goal is not just killing tons of people, the Chinese quarter has more than 30 thousand people and all of them are living crowded, so a big bomb may cause more than five hundred of victims – in the world order China country is not very good- but the truth is that it is the strongest country, and if the blowup happened…"

"Will cause a world war" Sara completed my speech.

"So … goodbye" I went out and closed the door while putting my gloves on.

"Be careful… You got this" Sara kept supporting while standing on the door. I wore a hat and lifted my coat to hide my face.

Monday, September 8, 2020, 6:30 am, I was going to meet someone who can stop any bomb or at least teach me how to stop any bomb but first I needed to disguise because I was so popular and my pictures were on the entire TV channels, the man who killed 100 people and injured 100.

I wore a mustache and a fake nose but it didn't seem fake, and of course, I changed all of my usual clothes by a sports suit with a gray shoe –Adidas- and a black hat, heading to the hospital where Jessi situated.

I entered the hospital pretending that I'm a young Hip-hop man, and speaking weirdly like a gangsta.

I asked the white beauty girl in the reception "What's up girl! How you doing?"

She answered me coldly "hello sir, what can I do for you?"

I said "Damn! So cold! I need to visit someone, his name is -Jessi Shreider- I think"

"Ok! Your identity, please" she smiled.

"Oh! Of course, my name is Jason p. white, you can call me J.P as my friends do" I answered as I put my elbows resting on the desktop.

She laughed "No, sir I need you to show me your ID card"

I didn't think about that, it was the time for some of the extemporization.

"Jenny, your name is Jenny, right?" I said in confidence.

"Yes," she answered.

I held her hand "I must visit him, he had a shot in the heart and he will die soon, when I heard that, I hurried to come and see him, he is my best friend, and I live so far from here so… if you could make an exception just this time… I could tell that you are like me some way; because… you know how the feeling of losing a friend is… it is hard... girl! You know…"

She was touched a lot; her bracelet was homemade by a friend-girl who was in the military, -I knew that because the stupid girl left her picture on the bracelet- maybe she was dead, I didn't know but my plan had worked because she permitted me to go to Jessi's room. After all, the stairs were protected by the cops; for the reason of the last events and the blowups.

I went to room 116, and entered "Yo!" I called.

Jessi was sleeping but he woke up "who are you?" he asked me.

"I'm a man who you had betrayed him, with his wife, you bastard," I said in anger.

He opened his eyes widely, and lifted himself "I'm so sorry man; it was just one time…"

"One time, two times… Fuc* you! I trusted you and what did you do! You slept with my wife! My!" I shouted.

He said "Calm down, Fred! Just calm down", I wondered "Fred! Who is Fred?"

"Aren't you Fred?" he asked.

"I'm going to kill you!" I tried to choke him.

"Ok, ok… stop… I'm sorry whatever who you are" he said.

"I will deal with you later but since you are a fucking crook, I need you to give me the book you working on".

"What book?" he asked.

"The Bomb catalog" I answered him.

"Ted is that you?" he raised his head while trying to press a button without taking my attention. I saw him and ran to stop him but I was too late.

The button was, to call the police; I didn't have the time to deal with a rat-like him, so I ran out to the balcony and went down on the emergency stairs, and the cops were after me but I had hidden before they could catch me.

—It right, that I couldn't deal with Jessi, but that's doesn't mean that I didn't turn the wheel of the medicament; which was placed on his arm, it was a highly concentrate medicament serum which must go into the human body very slowly, and acceleration the operation will cause a heart attack; that medicament named -Bisoprolol- its job is effecting on the heart—

So, I wasn't worried about Jessi Shreider at all, because he was going to hell soon.