Paul wasn’t the smartest in the brigade.
They called him small dick not without the reason.
He liked to think that this was due to the fact he reminded them, Dick Tracy,
the legendary detective and he looked a little bit like his smaller brother.
Yeah, this made sense.
Passing a van parked just behind him, he was drastically looking for a car.
If only he could find some sort of vehicle, he could get there on time.
What was it?
He saw a sudden movement on his left,
somewhere between the bushes on his right, something was moving.
He didn’t hesitate and decided to ignore it.
Moving along the path he made few circles and got back to the van he has seen before.
Darn, what a relief he thought.
He wasn’t sure why was it a relief, but this is what Dick Tracy
would think and this made him feel more confident.
He tried to get his stuff together, he needed to complete the mission,
this was the most important goal.
The whole brigade depended on him.
He must act quickly. They left him here without a note.
He knew exactly this was a test. A very smart test.
He heard them talking the day before they need to get rid of the stupid fat ass.
That’s how he knew who was the target: Stupid Fat Ass.
He didn’t know any more details about SFA but he was pretty sure he will immediately recognize her.
Yeah, he was proud. He immediately knew it was her.
This was ridiculously easy to figure out that.
And then just by accident, he wakes in the morning and everybody’s gone?
Oh, yes, this was the final test, they wanted him to do this alone.
To prove himself and finally be accepted into the brigade.
That’s right, he wasn’t yet officially a member, but he followed them everywhere.
This was his time.
Time to go.