VECARUS

  Date: 16.01.2173

  Adam Kowalski

  Santiago de Cuba

  The air in the cell is thick with morning fog, and then Adam wakes up on the floor. The cell is big, packed with people, mostly dead, but some are still alive and waiting to starve to death.

  The cell door opens, and two guards enter. They spot Adam and grab him out of the cell, leading him through a hallway into a large room with guards and prisoners cuffed to the floor. The guards place Adam on the cold floor and cuff him.

  The main door opens and two guards with a man in a suit enter.

  "Pick one of these, they are all for sale," the main guard says.

  The man in the suit looks at the prisoners and points at Adam.

  "Get this one..." the man says.

  The guards uncuff Adam, grab him, and take him to the man.

  "Now you are mine, bodyguard, hehe..." says the man.

  Then we both leave the building and go out into the street.

  "Why me..." Adam asks.

  "You are not some starving slave from a village, I just see it..." Marco responds.

  "Anyways, who the hell are you?..."

  Adam asks

  "Name's Marco. I'm from the Lutizi family. It's a mafia operating back in Las Vegas..."

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  Marco responds

  "But why did you even come here for just a bodyguard? You could just get one from your mafia, can't you?..."

  says Adam

  "Just some alcoholic playboys. I don't think I would want them..."

  says Marco

  We enter a local bar. It’s filled with smoke, people laughing, and drinking. We sit down.

  "Do you want some cold beer? Man, it’s hot as hell here..." asks Marco.

  "Excuse me, waiter, can you come here?..." Marco yells at a guy in a waiter outfit.

  Then the waiter comes to us and starts speaking in Spanish.

  "Man, we’re not Spanish, just speak in English, please..." Marco says.

  "Americano?..." the waiter asks

  "Yes, can we get two cold beers, please?..." Marco asks.

  Then the waiter signals to a gang sitting nearby, and they get their weapons, and we get ours too.

  We start shooting at them, and they start shooting at us. We get out of the bar and run away to an alley. We break into a sedan and drive away.

  "We need to catch a damn ship back to Las Vegas..." Marco says while driving the car.

  We arrive at the port and drive through the gate, and then we see the ship sailing away.

  "We are late, shit..." says Marco.

  And then we drive away on the road heading to Havana.