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wish you good luck
in your future endeavors, and try not to sleep with anymore agents.” With those
words, Marty Summers walks away from him with one hand in his pocket and the
other hanging at his side. The back of his suit jacket flaps in the wind that
is building up from a storm outside, and then he’s disappeared into another
taxi.
    “Troy Red?” This man is shorter than the last with dirty
blonde hair and baby blue eyes that would make any woman melt. Still he’s a formidable
five foot nine or ten inches with a lean frame. He’s also wearing a black suit
with a white, button up shirt, and a red power tie.
    “Yeah, and you are?” He feels that lazy grin coming over his
features again and tries to stifle it.
    “No names here. Let’s just get in the car and drive, shall
we?” This doesn’t feel right to Troy, so he doesn’t move. This goofball didn’t
ask for his identification, and he’s not flashing any of his own.
    “Where are we going?” Those baby blues look Troy up and down
from head to toe, and the man pulls out a piece of gum from his suit jacket. He
pops the cinnamon flavored stick into his mouth and chews methodically.
    “Why don’t you tell me that, Troy?” The smile he gives Troy
makes him look like a maniac, and then he pulls out his Federal Agent badge.
    Taking the badge from the agent, Troy studies it for a long
time and then asks for photo identification. The agent hands it over willingly,
and Troy reads his name on the I.D. No wonder he didn’t want to say it out
loud. Who names their kid Moonlight ? Troy wonders.
    “Right, well why don’t we just head out?” Moonlight Rogers
turns on his shiny, black shoe heel and marches out of the airport with
superiority. This man must have a complex about his name, but Troy can’t blame
him. He’s glad they weren’t sadistic at the eyewitness protection program
headquarters when they picked out his new name.
    “I’m not getting in that.” Troy balks at this point in his
journey. He takes a step back in disgust at the light blue Mini-Cooper and
wonders if he’ll even fit in the passenger seat.
    “Why the Hell not?” Moonlight, a blue mini-cooper, this is
turning into Troy’s worst nightmare!
    “It’s a girl color, and it’s a clown car. Do I need any more
reasons?” Mr. Rogers, Troy inwardly chuckles at that, crosses his arms over his
chest and tries to make himself look bigger as he rocks back and up onto his
toes.
    “Do you want to die in Cleveland, Ohio?” Troy’s face twists
into anger as he stares at the blue mini-cooper. He wrenches open the door with
too much force and slams it shut. He’s probably ruined the integrity of the
door frame with that display, but he could care less about the girly clown car
he now has to ride in.
    Sometime around ten that evening, Troy finally falls into a
fitful sleep as Moonlight Rogers keeps driving. When he wakes up again, the
scenery looks the same as it did a few hours ago. They’re at the top of another
mountain, and in the light from the moon and the stars shining clearly in the
sky, Troy can see nothing but trees for miles around them. He closes his eyes
and tries to picture the city.
    All he can remember are the women wearing their shorts and
their sequin tops with trendy haircuts. Then he sees flashes of his family gathering
in the row home his mother lived in, and he feels his heart sinking when he
realizes that no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never see them again. Troy
didn’t believe in a place like Heaven existed until his niece died. Someone
like her, she deserves to go to someplace like Heaven.
    “We’re almost to your new home!” It’s been four hours since
they left the airport. Troy sits up in his seat, pulls the lever so that the
back of the seat comes up again, and rubs his eyes to make sure he’s seeing
right. Yep, nothing but godforsaken trees for hundreds of miles. I’ve been dumped
in the middle of hick town, great.
    He knew that he wasn’t going to a