PRESENT DAY - ENGLAND, UNITED KINGDOM, GREAT BRITAIN, EUROPE.

West Brompton SW10, London, Rango Road, Steep Street

Kento-Kamma Kourts, Royal Oaksbridge Tennis Klub

Seat 7B, Stand 2A, Table 09

23:14 PM / 11:14 PM, Tuesday, April 5th, 2016 (Manuel's 17th Birthday)

13 Days Earlier -- March 23rd, 2016

9:07 PM

What is wrong with my daughter? I'd only tried to inform her of my stance on such matters! PFFT, foolishly arrogant! Maybe she is on her period? Or... hmmm... pregnant? I saw a test that said "Positive". I am confident in confirming this lie, sometime next month perhaps. To be truthfully honest, I don't care whether or not the bitch dies, but, well, I did promise them... didn't I? sigh five years ago, I wouldn't have hated her, but, they were once again right... nothing good lasts permanently.

Anyways, I better make sure my soldiers know which location to diverge upon once the preliminary final is certified as an official test mission. In six days, my team will be prepared for deployment. I'll make sure of it.

Cause I never fail.

I'm the king in that way. Success is my spirit animal.

Nyehehehehehehe!

I shall clean my eyes sometime tonight. The last time I checked, it was midnight. I've been crying for hours now. Why did my father speak that way?

If I had only informed him of Sanjit's party, maybe.... we wouldn't be here now. I blessed him with my life and he just threw that away for nothing special. I was a replacement. It is not fair. Why am I always the one that gets hurt?

Three Days Ago, March 20th, 1:00 PM

NYC

Napalmcorp Rocker Studios, Germanic Offices, Section 2

"Я индийский человек. Я говорю по-русски. Пакистанские друзья - лучшие."

"Okay, Sanjit. Thank you for coming in to the interview. This session is now over."

"Когда вы свяжетесь со мной? Мне нужно знать, получил ли я эту работу."

"Don't worry about not receiving a phone call. We shall inform you of our decision within three weeks. There are a lot of candidates and we don't feel comfortable rushing our selection process. Please take this leaflet here." She hand me piece of paper, it say about job offer from other company. Very nice. Blue and red cover with green pages on inside. I shake hand and wish good day to woman. Her name Linda Pearl. My name Sanjit Woodlin. Санжит Вудлин.

I open door. Arabia see me from across street. I look at New York Billboard city advert and I smile. I see my Большой Папаша face on advert. Grandfather. Mahmoud Shaheel. He turn recent widow just last year. Anyway, so, I turn back to my ex-girlfriend. Her hair shine in sun but I not impressed. She always been attractive but I need to leave. So I run home -- four and half mile away from current location. Address is Park Hyatt. Presidential Suite. Amount thirty thousand for cost. Rich, inherit grandma's money, also older sister fortune after she dead.

"SANJO!" I called out my ex-boyfriend's funny nickname. He mustn't have heard me. I shouted again and he continued running, this time flagging down a taxi. The right-hand passenger side door opened and he entered the back, swiftly slumping his weight onto the brown leather seat. Flashes of blue became illuminated under streetlamps as the car's metallic sheen flickered down the road and around the corner. I myself took a hard right and quickly hopped into an open car. I wouldn't usually steal cars but I was really desperate. "E.Durable Torx Security T6 Screwdriver TR6." A bit small, but... thud

thunk

thwock

thwack

...

click

"Finally." I strapped my seatbelt around my left shoulder and slammed the door, quickly pressing my foot hard onto the gas pedal.