STORY BY AYOUB QANIRILLUSTRATED BY JUAN DOE
Outskirts of New Haven, CT
He doesn’t even realize how pointless his struggle is. There is no way he can ever win.
Maxime peered around the head of his driver to make sure they were maintaining a perfect distance. The target turned quickly into an entrance ramp, which made him take notice. They had been very careful to maintain their distance, but this sudden move made Maxime concerned that they had been spotted.
“Subject 27 is getting on the interstate,” squawked a radio.
The car began to accelerate in response. The dark man quickly put his hand on the shoulder of his driver.
The driver grunted in affirmation and laid off the gas. Maxime looked around at his men, who were looking sharp in their matching black silk suits and shades, busily studying a variety of digital instruments.
“He’s heading to the motel,” squawked the radio.
After hours of driving, the target finally stopped at a curb near the motel. An older gentleman descended from the vehicle, surrounded by his security team. Maxime smirked with smug satisfaction as he watched the old man look cautiously around the area, clearly in a state of concern.
You and I both know your death is at hand.