After The Darkside - The Kidnap

Once again, previously ... Michael is back. Amy is back. Souza has declared to herself her love for Amy. Plan C is in effect.

JFK Airport, 11.55AM, Saturday, June 26, 2010

Bumkolo pulled up in his Toyota Prius, his George Michael CD blaring, he knew why he was here but didn't know the exact details. Then he got a call on his cell phone:

Bumkolo: Hello big boy, did you just wake?
Amy: What?
Bumkolo: Oh, Amy, I'm here. What do I do?
Amy: Follow Plan C.
Bumkolo: Which is what?
Amy: Don't ask questions. Just get Michael.
Bumkolo: How?
Amy: I told you no questions.

Amy hung up the phone. Bumkolo was confused even more than usual. He knew he needed money, but he didn't think he'd be kidnapping Michael to get it. He was about to get back in his Prius when he remembered his Mom's words "You are a lazy little faggot and if you don't start giving me some money you can live on the fucking streets for all I care. You are going to get AIDS anyway." A lonely tear streaked from behind his glittering sunglasses.

JFK Airport, 11:59AM

Following the crowds Bumkolo made his way to where Michael was going to give his speech. He still didn't know how he was going to distract Michael, but he also knew that if he didn't his Mom would be right. He looked across the crowd, it was full of people holding "Welcome Back Michael" and "We Love You Michael" signs, he pushed his way to the front.

JFK Airport, 12:01PM

The doors opened, two burly bodyguards walked through, cameras started flashing, the crowd started screaming. Bumkolo couldn't take his eyes off the doors. Any second now Michael would be walking through.

More bodyguards came through the doors; then Michael came through the doors. Bumkolo looked and started to try to work out how to get at him. There was too many bodyguards to just grab him and run.

JFK Airport, 12:03PM

Michael made his way on to the stage that had been prepared. He climbed up the stairs. He made his way to the podium. He leaned towards the microphone and said: "Thank you for this welcome, I feel the LOVE. I am back, no really I am back ..." Bumkolo listened but the words drifted off to silence as he thought of how to get Michael. Then very reminiscent of Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars, Mo's spirit appeared beside him and said "Use the force Kolo, use the force." Bumkolo blinked and just as fast as she had appeared Mo had gone.

JFK Airport, 12:06PM

Michael continued to speak on stage "I want to speak to my fans, my real fans, and thank them for their support." Bumkolo knew now was his only time, if he didn't do something soon there would be no chance. He walked to the side of the stage. Just as Michael was leaving it, he reached out to take hold of Michael, but just as he did he noticed Henda. What was he doing here? He was still looking at Henda when Michael walked past him. He was still looking at Henda, as Henda pulled out a gun. He was still looking at Henda when he heard the shot. He stopped looking at Henda as he fell to the ground.

With all the confusion Henda slipped out like he had done to so many men before.

Somewhere In Holland, 12:11PM

Souza pulled her fingers out of her mouth, how she wished it was Amy she was tasting rather than just herself. The phone rang:

Souza: Hello.
Amy: Kolo is dead.
Souza: What?
Amy: Kolo is dead. Are you deaf?
Souza: No.
Amy: Henda will be arriving in Holland in 11 hours. Meet him.
Souza: OK, but I still need to get rid of Mo's body.
Amy: I don't care. Plan C failed.
Souza: So now what?
Amy: Plan D of course.

The phone went silent. Souza knew she had to pick up Henda. She had to get rid of Mo's body, she had to find out what plan D was.

Peace.