A Simple Collection

Nick and Jake sat at the corner table at Back 2 Good lost in their respective thoughts.  Every few moments one of them would glance at the clock that hung on the wall.  

“How long has he been gone?” Jake asked taking a sip of his drink.

“About an hour.”  

“I wonder how he’s doing.  He has been gone for quite a while.”

“No way of knowing.”

Jake looked thoughtful. “How will we know if he succeeds or not?  Will he come back and let us know. Be transported to his new role as a spiritual collection agent?”

“I hope he comes back.  He has my car.”

Just then the door opened up and Matthew walked in.  Both Jake and Nick sat their cups down and settled straighter in their chairs.  The anticipation was apparent on their faces.

 Matthew slid into the seat and immediately buried his head in his hands and then ran his hands over his head and looked at the other two, then leaned back and closed his eyes.

“That doesn’t look promising,” Nick muttered.

“Bloody hell.” Jake tossed out, “What happened?”

Matthew stared hopelessly up at the ceiling for a moment and then let out a long sigh.

“Wrong address.” He said simply.

“What?” Jake asked

Nick shook his head and answered, “The bureaucracy.  From time to time, the address is wrong or the name is wrong. Something little and we have to go make an adjustment. Inconvenient.”

“So now what?” Matthew inquired.

“I don’t have a clue,”  Nick said simply.


“They can’t give up now!” Miles said to the computer, “They still have to make this work!”

He stood up and started pacing around the room.  “How do I make them go to the right place? I have to figure out something!”

He paced, thought he had an inspiration and sat down to type. Only to have his hands fall away from the keyboard when he realized that it would not work out.  He looked back at what he wrote earlier in the chapter and huffed.

“Damnit,” he cursed, “I am going to have to rewrite this whole chapter to make it work.”

He started to highlight the passages, then was struck with inspiration.  Maybe he could-

Miles found himself sitting at the table next to the trio. He could overhear tidbits of their conversation.

“I guess we have to call Hades,” Nick said.

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