The Big Day

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the beginning is more beautiful than the end, filled with possibility.This moment could last forever if it were up to Lucas, but time continues as it always has and always will, and the moment was interrupted by a loud buzzing. He threw his blanket back on the bed and made his way to the holo

To call Oliver’s home a house was a bit of an understatement. It stood three stories high, with a beautiful Victorian styling, accented with gold griffins all over. It was more of a chateau or a manor.When Emma pulled into the parking lot of a drive-way, looking quite out of place in the raggedy 1996 Jeep, her and Lucas were swiftly greeted. A balding mustached man, followed by 3 armed guards, stood in front of the Jeep wearing a broad smile. The armed guards opened the Jeep doors and forcefully removed Lucas and Emma. The balding mustached man was wearing a shining black tuxedo, with polished white dress shoes that shone like the sun. His cologne was almost as bad as Benny’s, although it seemed to be masking alcohol rather than garbage. Despite the alcoholic fumes radiating off of him, he walked perfectly without stumbling, even evoking power with each step. He said nothing but looked at Lucas and Emma who were being held by the guards.“Hey man, if you

“Heroin!” Emma shouted. “He couldn’t have started us with weed?”“You need to stop watching the history channel, weeds been legal for decades, there’s no market in it.” Lucas responded, trying to remain calm for Emma’s sake. He didn’t look at her though, he feared she would sense his anxiety. “Oliver gave us Elijah’s contacts, so we’ll start there.”“What then Luke?” She responded, “exchange the profits for products and do it again? It’ll never end that way.” He didn’t know what to say, she was right. Now that this door was open, it would never shut without force. Either he could shut it, or wait for Oliver to. The latter wasn’t much of an option seeing as how it ended for Elijah. “Well we need to start somewhere, I’ll call some of the contacts.” He said with his false confidence back in place. He went into his bedroom and tapped the corner of his dresser. A holo-phone appeared and he began reviewing the contact list Oliver had given him. None of the contacts had r

Emma woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. The bed was warm and she didn’t want to get up, but the smell was so alluring, and she knew they had to meet with the group of contacts soon.She rose herself out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, following the delicious scent all the way. She couldn’t believe her eyes, Lucas must have been up all night making this. There was a stack of pancakes, plate full of waffles, scrambled eggs, over-easy eggs, a mound of sausages, pile of bacon, pork chops, steaks, biscuits and gravy, and a large pot of coffee. “What the hell?” Emma asked with a large smile on her face. Lucas poured a cup of coffee for her and placed it in front of her.“I couldn’t sleep, and I think better when I’m cooking. Plus we could use a home cooked meal before things get even crazier.” He said. “I’m starving, but we’ll never be able to eat all this. Whatever your thinking about must have been complicated.” She said, filling a plate w