Suspect

SMS:

Unknown

Package arrives at 1300 hours. You are to confirm receipt of the package and hand deliver it to 1637 S. Laurel, Unit 5 no later than 1500 hours.

Davis

Yes sir.

Davis shuts his cell phone and asks his driver, “what time is it, Mosley?”.

Mosley- “12:30 Sir”

“Perfect, we’ll be there just in time.”- Davis

“Riding along in my automobile, something something wheel, da dum da dum da dum, with no particular place to go, da dum da dum da dum… hello?” Scott watches a man in a suit drop a package off on the front porch of a large house. He closes his Uber app and takes a look around to make sure the man had left, he parked his car ran past the two large windows, nabbed the package, stuffed it in his waistband and bolted off the property and back into his car.

Mosley- “Sir, it seems the package has just arrived.” A smirk appeared on Davis’ face as he nodded in anticipation.

Scott turned the Uber app back on and pulled a package, tightly bound in a brown paper box, out of his waistband and placed it on his passenger seat, but before he could open it, he glanced in his rearview mirror and noticed a black SUV approaching.

“Onto my next fare” thought, Scott as he buckled up and peeled out.

The SUV pulled into the driveway and parked. Mosley opened the door for Davis, who stepped out and buttoned his jacket as he asked Mosley to bring the package.

“Sir, there doesn’t appear to be any package.” Said Mosley.

Davis looked up from his cell phone at Mosley, then turned his attention down the street in the direction Scott headed.

Meanwhile, Scott had just dropped off another fare, turned the app off and headed home for lunch. He grabbed the package from the passenger seat and placed it on his lap, “I bet it’s another speaker.” he said. He glanced at his rearview mirror and headed inside. Setting the package down on his coffee table, he walked into his kitchen.

Davis- Check all the cameras, I want to see all the footage for the last hour.” He dialed a call on his cell phone, “We have a situation, the package has been intercepted.”

“Who else is involved?” said the man on the phone.

“I don’t know, but they have the package, put out an APB on a dark blue Honda Civic, you have an hour to find the package.” Said Davis.

“Yes sir.”

On the surveillance system, multiple pictures of Scott appeared, along with pictures of his car and a blown up image of his license plate. Davis Stared at Scott’s face, almost as though he was memorizing it.

Scott grabbed his sandwich and sat down, opened a tall can and took a sip.

-KNOCK KNOCK

He looked up at his door, then at the package he took. “Never a dull moment.” he said. He grabbed the package and stuffed it in his trash can, from which he pulled a gun and put it in his waistband and approached his peephole.

“Sweet pea, how are you?!”. His daughter Kayla walked in and gave him a big hug. The two hadn’t seen each other in a while.

His ex-wife, Darla, walked in to his living room, shutting the door behind her. “Would it be ok if I leave her here with you? I picked up an extra shift tonight at the diner.”

“Absolutely, yeah.” Scott said.

“Could you please clean up in here?” Darla said.

“I was just getting ready to.” Scott said.

Darla looked over the junk mail, old phone books and empty beer and soda cans at his sandwich which already had a small bite taken out of it, no doubt Kayla’s doing.

Scott looked at it then over to Kayla’s bedroom where his daughter was getting settled.

Across the street from Scott’s home, on a phone call, sat a man in a dark suit in a black Lincoln Town car. “His name is Scott Granger.” the man sent pictures he had taken of Scott and his family to Davis.

The caption read:

Scott D. Granger, age 34

Darla S. Granger, age 32

Kayla E. Granger, age 9

Davis- “Collect my package by any means necessary”.

Scott grabbed his trash can and began putting the junk mail, phone books and empty cans into it. As he filled his trash can up, he noticed the package, but before he could pull it out, he heard a knock on his front door.

“What’d you forget something?” Said Scott, as he opened the door to let Darla in. Before he could say anything else, two men barged in.

“You have something that belongs to me.” Said the man. Scott stumbled backwards as the two men let themselves in. “Who the fuck are you?” asked Scott.

-Man in Suit, “That’s none of your concern.” he said as he took the garbage can away from Scott, handing it off to the second man, “Dispose of this.”

Just then, Davis walked in, knelt down and asked, “Does this look familiar?” he showed Scott a picture of Scott grabbing the package off the door step.

Scott tried to explain, “look man, I’m sorry didn’t know it was yours if you want I can give you another speaker, I get a lot of those- I'll buy you a new one, ok?”

He looked over his shoulder, one of the men emerged from his daughter's bedroom with Kayla, whose mouth had been taped shut. Kayla muffled cries for her father’s help.

Scott lunged towards the man to try and free his daughter, “OK, OK. The package was in the garbage can, the one your boy threw out. It’s no big deal, I’ll just go get it out of the dumpster. Just, don’t hurt my daughter.”

Scott looked at the dumpster through his window, he noticed the garbage man had just begun driving off with the garbage and package.

Davis looked back at Scott and said, “you have 45 minutes- when I get my package, so will you.” Davis motioned to the man holding Kayla and the rest of his crew- they fled the scene and took Scott’s daughter.

Scott rose, wiped his eyes, clutching his gun he grabbed his keys and ran to his car. He drove frantically, he couldn’t decide whether to go to the land fill or try and chase after his daughter when he noticed the garbage truck across the street.

He followed the garbage truck to the local land fill, where the truck ended his route.

“Sorry, sir, no one’s allowed back here.” said the security guard.

“You Don’t understand, I accidentally threw away a very important package. Any way I can get it back?”, asked Scott?

“We can let you search the land fill after closing tonight. The truck working your area will be one of the last trucks to come in, you may get lucky.” said the guard.

Scott searched the land fill in a panic, when he saw it out of the corner of his eye, “I got it!”, he shouted.

He held the package over his head with both hands. When felt the barrel of a gun to the back of his head.

A man with an accent said, “I’ll take that.” the man didn’t look like part of the last crew he was threatened by. This man wore a black turtleneck and maroon blazer.

“ The hell you will!”, shouted Scott as he drew the gun from his waistband. He turned around and shot the man in his stomach. Two more men entered the landfill behind the man Scott shot and began raining bullets down on Scott.

One of the men shouted at the door behind him in a foreign language. A dozen men entered the landfill and fanned out in search of Scott, who had run and hid amidst the piles of garbage.

Scott held the package tightly and crawled towards the fence. When he heard gunshots behind him. Startled, Scott turned and shot two shots over his head. Quick to his feet, Scott rose when suddenly two men pointed their guns at him, one to his head and another to his neck, “the package?” one man said as he cocked his gun.

Scott didn’t know what else to do, he heard two gunshots; one after another, he was sure he’d been hit when the two men dropped dead suddenly in front of him. Behind him, Davis and his men continued to shoot in the direction of the foreign gang.

Scott suddenly found himself in the middle of a gun fight. He dove back onto the ground and backed his way towards Davis to try and deliver the package. When he noticed one of the men holding Kayla rushing into the safety of a black SUV.

He made his way over to them when a shot from across the land fill hit the man holding his daughter in the head, while another shot narrowly missed Kayla.

Scott grabbed Kayla, opened the SUV door, threw her in and crawled in after her. Scott removed the tape from Kayla’s mouth, “Are you ok?”, he asked her, but all she could do was cry.

Scott and Kayla climbed out the other side of the SUV and climbed over the fence. They ran into Scott’s car, and he buckled her in. He threw the package onto the dash. “What’s in the package, daddy?”, asked Kayla.

“I don’t know, but it almost got us killed.”, Scott started the car and began driving towards the intersection, they slowed to a stop at the red light. Scott reached for the package on the dash, when out of nowhere, a black SUV slammed into them. T-boned between an SUV and telephone pole, the two blacked out.

Scott found himself in a small interrogation room.

A man removed a black hood from over his head. He looked around trying to get his bearings, he noticed he held the package, so he picked it up and held it out in front of him, hiding behind its shadow, “Here take it.”

“Do you know who you killed today, Mr. Granger?, oh no, you’re handing this package off to its rightful owner yourself.”, said a man from behind a desk. His phone rang, “Agent Davis?”, a woman said.

“Yes”, he agreed.

“He’ll see Mr. Granger now.”, said the woman.

Scott was escorted down a hallway wearing the same black hood he was wearing when he came to. The two men let him in, and he could hear a meeting taking place in the new room, “...and with the Russians out of the way, we can move onto phase two. Ah! My package, thank you. You must be Mr. Granger, please have a seat and can let's get this thing off of you.”, the man said as he took the dark hood off of Scott’s head.

“Mr Granger, I want to thank you, you single-handedly killed the head of the FSB and his best men today, a consultative body under the president of Russia not unlike the CIA, and because it took place at a landfill they were easily disposed of.” the man laughed, “here's your gun back by the way.” a man handed Scott his gun and took the package from Scott.

Through a window on the right, Kayla could be seen playing with another little girl. “Mr. Granger”, the man continued, from now on you work for me. Yes, you’ll be my personal courier. I’m going to make you a very wealthy man, Scott Granger.” said the man.

Scott looked at the man and said, “Thank You…, Mr. President.”