They say your life flashes before your eyes if you happen to be near death. This was not the case for Jason. He was focused solely on the pistol a few inches from putting a bullet between his eyes, and the tall, handsome man in a suit at the other end of it.
This other man now held Jason’s life captive. He had all the control on whether Jason lived or died. They had never met before.
“Bad things happen to bad people.” The man in the suit said, in a low and assertive voice. “You do something bad, it’ll come back to bite you in the ass. It’s called karma”.
“You can call me karma. And the gun’s here to bite you in the ass. Metaphorically of course, as really it’s aimed at your head. But you can see that”. The tone in his voice, the calmness and the wittiness of how this man spoke said something more to Jason. This guy meant business, this was his business. He wasn’t going to hesitate.
The biggest problem for Jason, other than the man holding the gun, was understanding why he ended up in an abandon warehouse at a loading dock, a few miles north of the town. He knew the how. A black car followed him from his house on his way to work, and four men jumped out, grabbed him, blindfolded him and brought him to Karma.
This was a confusing time. Should he ask why he was here? Should he plead for his life? Why did they blindfold him if they were going to kill him? As all these thoughts went through his head, the man in the suit spoke again.
“See, I’m here to take care of some things. I have been hired by a very wealthy and powerful man. A man whom you have crossed”.
A confused look appeared on Jason’s face.
“See, the problem with people who are wealthy, and have power, is that they are also greedy. They don’t like to share their power or wealth. So when you take money from them, they get angry. When they get angry, they call me.”
Drops of fear and confusion induced sweat fell from Jason’s brow. From out of the shadows stepped an older gentleman in an expensive suit. His hair greyed and stomach bulging. He looked like he’d been a Wall Street stiff his whole life and now he just sat around collecting his money from where it may come.
“You probably don’t know who I am. My face is probably unrecognizable. But that tends to happen when you try to fuck someone in the ass!” He shouted angrily as his faced turned red. “You are going to repay me kid. All that coke you stole. You’re going to pay for it and then you’re going to return it, because you think you’re a nice guy.”
It started to come together, this was one of the biggest drug dealers in town. He was never a Wall Street stiff, he was just a seasoned veteran of the drug trafficing game, eluding cops for thirty plus years. And now Jason owed him $50,000 worth of cocain, and $50,000. There was no way he was going to be able to pay him back.
“I don’t have your drugs. And I certainly don’t have that kind of money”.
The man in the suit spoke again. “Like I said kid…” he cocked the gun, “bad people. Bad things. Nothing personal, it’s just karma”.
As Jason closed his eyes, preparing to die, the man in the suit swung around to his right and pointed the gun at the grey-haired man in an overpriced suit.
“Mr. Dickson, you’re under arrest!” The four men who had picked him up and were lurking in the shadows rushed towards Mr. Dickson and quickly put him in handcuffs. They were FBI agents, who had worked their way into his company and set up the entire thing. The tall man in the black suit, their team leader “Agent Fox, FBI” he said as he put his hand on Jason’s shoulder as if to calm him down.
“Sorry ‘bout all that. Anderson here will take you home”. Jason was even more confused than ever. But Agent Fox walked away, and Jason fallowed Agent Anderson into a car. They drove away from the scene with a million questions, and only one answer.
Bad people. Bad things. Karma.
