Las Vegas, Nevada - 3:00 PM
Karl looked at the single use call phone in his hand, shrugged slightly and tossed it into the wastebasket on the street. A few yards away quick-footed men handed pamphlets to tourists as they passed by, slapping them against their open palms to grab their attention. The ground near them was littered with dropped advertisements for local strip joints and after-hours clubs. As Karl walked toward them, two men in shorts and polo shirts thrust their papers at him. He shook his head in disapproval and continued walking slowly toward the corner. Reaching out to signal a cab that had just turned the corner, he reached for the handle, and slid into the back seat.
“Airport” was the only word he spoke, but the driver was barely paying attention. He’d had this passenger before, and the destination was always the same. So was the tip, and a slight grin turned up the corners of his mouth. This weekend, he’d be able to afford to take the kids to do something fun. A lucky break indeed, he thought, as he focused on getting to the airport terminal as quickly as he could.
A small OLED display lit up Karl’s wrist as he pulled back the sleeve of his sport-coat. With one finger, Karl swept across the display until it changed to show outbound flights to San Francisco. Picking the 5:15 flight, he chose the ‘Buy’ option and typed in his credit card PIIN. A blinking confirmation let him know that his seat was reserved. It should be an empty flight, he knew. Air travel was all but dead now, but major cities like Vegas and San Fransisco would always have service. Not everyone was comfortable with the teleportation pods. Karl certainly had his own reason for avoiding them, and it was people like him that kept the last airlines working.
He relaxed in the back of the cab, thinking about all of what he had to do next. First things first, though - meeting up with Katelyn would be a welcome task indeed. He thought carefully of how she looked lying next to him in bed, the sunlight highlighting her shoulder-length brown hair. When he had left her Friday morning, she was still asleep. He never woke her when he left in the morning. The memory of her lying in bed was one of the few luxuries that he enjoyed. That, and the poker tables. Well, life was about to get a bit more complicated. This might be the last night he and Kate spent together, and he was going to make sure he enjoyed it.
Swiping the wrist device to the right, a small display projected a blank email form. His fingers dropped to his knees and he began touch typing onto the projected keypad on both thighs.
To: Randolph White
Subj: The cat is out of the bag
Randy:
You knew this day was coming. Eventually someone would be able to prove what you’ve been hiding and today, sir, is that day. The public won’t stand for it once they know. The funny thing is that it isn’t even your fault that I can prove it. You were VERY careful. But, friend, the great thing about capitalism is that someone is always looking for the loophole - the way to make a quick buck. And that turns out to be your Achilles heel. You see, you’re not the only one going down. So is Reli Corp and that greedy bastard you call your partner. You’re fucked, Randy - The last laugh is mine!
K…
He read the message over again, thinking for a short while. He had waited 7 years to be able to prove what Randy was doing. Now that he had his proof, he wasn’t sure an email was going to cut it. He wanted to see his face when he found out - he wanted some tactile revenge. But with Randy’s security, there was no way he was going to be able to have that feeling.
Suddenly remembering that security, Karl changed the header to delay the Send to 6:00 PM. He didn’t want to be on that flight when Randy chased him down. There was no telling if the airplane would get shot down with everyone on board. After all, killing a hundred people would be nothing, when you were responsible for the death of thousands. Karl hit OK and the display slipped away.
Arriving at the airport, the Trans-SouthWest name stood out on the road sign. The driver pulled up to the terminal and three crisp $100 bills exchanged hands as he slipped from the yellow taxi. Today, Karl’s life would start anew.