Edge of the Universe: Art On The Run!

Rise: Chapter 14 - Rebel Reachout

Art just shook his head and walked over to a bench on the side of the reception area. This day just kept getting crazier and crazier.

He felt something in his pocket and reached for it. It was a small black cell phone. It lit up with a message on the screen.

"Beware!"

"We will contact you."

"Tony lies."

Just then the bodyguards came walking over, so Art slipped the phone back in his pocket. He stood up.

"I'm sorry guys. I thought she was someone else. If I had known..."

The bodyguards grabbed his shoulders wordlessly and started marching him back up the hall behind Tony.

"Wait. I gotta go to the bathroom." Art said.

"It'll have to wait till we get upstairs," the spokesman said with a growl. "The last thing we're gonna do is let you go in one of these bathrooms on the ground floor and escape out a window. I've seen that too many times in a movie. You think we're stupid or something."

Art smirked to himself at their logic. They were behind him, so he didn't have to worry about them seeing him smile. He picked up his pace to get up to the office quicker. He wanted to see what other messages had arrived and send some back.

When they arrived back in the office, there were several lawyers already in the room waiting for him and Tony.

"Have a seat," Tony ordered.

"Okay, but I need to use the restroom first." Art replied.

Tony scowled at him but waved him on.

"Don't let him out of your sight," Tony commanded the bodyguards.

Art started to protest, but Tony ignored him, and the larger, silent bodyguard pushed him forward.

When they arrived in the bathroom, both men entered the bathroom with him.

"Seriously, guys. Is this necessary?" Art protested. "You're gonna stand there while I do my thing. I need a little privacy here. We're several stories up, it's not like I'm gonna jump out the window or ninjas are climbing the walls to get up here."

"Fine," the spokesman said. "We'll stand right outside, but leave the door ajar."

Art didn't argue with them. He didn't want to waste the time on these boys. He pushed the door most of the way shut and pulled out the cell phone. There were no new messages. He sighed. Art had hoped they would have sent more information clarifying things.

"Who is this?" he texted back.

There was a long pause and then some activity. Art could see them writing back. He waited for the message to arrive and looked around the room. This was a really fancy washroom. Probably one of the most luxurious he had ever seen in his life. There was a jacuzzi bubbling away in the corner, a forty-two-inch screen on the wall with a large Lazyboy throwback chair in the corner, and a large pile of thick, fluffy white towels to the side of it.

"Someone could live in this room," Art thought. It was almost as big as his entire apartment back in Brazil. He loved the smell of bathrooms here in the United States. They always smelled so fresh and clean. A complete contrast to the bathrooms he was used to in Brazil. Even the ones at his office were dark and dingy while reeking of mothballs.

A new message popped up on the screen.

"We are friends. We want to help you get out of there. It's not safe." the text said.

"How do I know I can trust you?" he typed back.

"We know what Tony is planning. He is evil."

"Come on, Art." the spokesman said and knocked on the door. "Tony and the lawyers are waiting for you."

"What is he planning?" Art texted back.

"Still gathering details will share later. It isn't good. Tony planned to kill his wife. She had to flee. The man is evil." they said.

"What do you want from me?" Art messaged back.

"Need to meet. But don't sign the contract," they replied.

"But my company is going on sale at noon. And that's bad." Art texted.

"Better to let someone else have it than to let Tony and LocTech get their hands on it." the replied.

"Are you the company that's going to buy us out? You're messing with my head." Art shot back.

"No. We are former LocTech employees but discovered terrible things. We left. Some were killed. Attempts on our lives. We flee underground to survive."