Marcus catches up to Jill but faces the consequences and it isn't wine!

Just going to post an excerpt its late and very hot right now and I need to sleep.

But writing went well tonight I got to heavily rant and rave about the NHL but no one cares about that except me and right now it is poorly worded. So I will edited before you guys get to read my thoughts on some aspects of the league. I will leave you with the scene I just finished writing so its a little raw.

Marcus faces the consequences of finding the letters. If anyone has read Ender's game there is a shout out there. Grammer sucks blah blah you know the deal!

But he only had a handful of letters that may or may not have been written by the actual people. Though Marcus knew in his heart that the letters were in fact real and incriminating but all he had was printed out letters that were either faxed or e-mail. And they were old. They would not hold up in a court of law and even a newspaper would be unlikely to publish them. Though they looked authentic with the code names they were no better than a fan boys dream.

Marcus hopped on his phone he had to tell someone about this otherwise he may die just like Joe. This information was crucial to saving the league.
He dialed Jack’s number.

“Ho Jack.”

“Ho Ender, I mean Marcus.”

Marcus smiled even under the worst of times Jack could make him smile. “Jack big news I have broken a couple of puzzles and I finally found out some information about that mission Joe sent me on.”

Jack dropped his phone with a clunk. “No way what happened what did you find?” He asked his voice full of apprehension.

“Jack sit down, this is going to shock you. Gary Bettman and David Stern are working together to bring down the NHL.”

Jack didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds before, “No fuckin way. What proof do you have?”

“I have some transcripts of e-mails but I need to get them authenticated. Would you be able to help me with this. I know its late but I will be home in 45 minutes and we can work on that together.” Marcus asked.

“Of course Marcus. Forty five minutes you say. I am on it. Get home soon.” With that Jack hung up the phone and Marcus looked back over the sheets still not believing what he had read.

Marcus arrived back in London around 11:30. London had a soft snow falling and as Marcus drove past Victoria Park he remarked at how quaint it looked. It was a pretty beautiful night all things considered. When he got home the first thing he noticed was that his apartment was wildly completely torn apart.

Another wild night of sex for Jack. Marcus headed to the guest room which he had been using but it was a disaster. All of his clothes had been thrown everywhere and his everything in his room had been pulled apart. It seemed as if they were looking for something or if the sex had been really wild.

“Jack he called out. Jack what’s going on did you get the stuff.” Marcus went to the back room where Jack normally slept.

“Jack.” He yelled again. Something was amiss. It hadn’t been a while 45 minutes of sex. It looked like someone has broken into the apartment and ripped apart everything.

He walked into Jack’s room still looking for him hoping nothing bad had happened to him he opened the door. The room was completely dark. He flicked the light switch. The large black man he had seen at the hospital was smiling at him along with two other large black men who looked liked his body guards. Marcus pointed and shouted.
“You! What are you doing here.”

The man smile. “Take him boys.” The two men converged on Marcus. Now it’s a well known fact that basketball players are pretty bad fighters which is why they carry knives and guns but these two men looked like bullies and they wouldn’t be pushed around by no one.

They came at Marcus. He dropped one with a swift right handed punch but he got back up as Marcus went after the other one. Someone came at his knee with a bat and he crumbled to the ground. His vision faded as punches thrown at his head became kicks to his stomach and groin and head area. Marcus was getting beaten and bad. He blacked out wondering what had happened to Jack and how they had known what he was up to.