A walk in the rain never sounded so good.

Cold rain, and treacherous winds made each drop on Anne’s skin feel like tiny cuts. “I’ve got to find my car” she says while trying to dry her glasses and attempting to save her satchel from becoming as dretched as the rest of her. The cold hard hitting rain has made those tasks nearly impossible. She knows she’s on the right street, as she only parked a couple blocks down from where she was. The weather mixed with nightfall has made all the cars on the road blend into the same color and the same shape. After ten minutes of wandering she spots her car. “Oh blessed be!” She exlaims as she clicks the lock and hops inside, throwing her sopping wet satchel on the seat next to her. A few minutes pass and Anne warms up and finds a napkin to dry her glasses. Once vision is fully restored she goes to start the car, only to find the key won’t fit. Confused she slowly looks around the car to find, while similar to her own, is not her car at all. Filled with slight panic and morbid embarrassment, she tries to find her car through the sanctuary of the mystery vehicle she’s in. Unable to see past the hood, Anne decides out loud to herself “well I’m already here, might aswell take shelter till the rain clears. I’m the only one dumb enough to be out here anyways”

With time to kill and the rain with no end in site, does what anyone would do in an unfamiliar place. She explores. Probably more boarding on snooping than exploring, that doesn’t stop her. Finding nothing of particular interest, she decides to rest her head on the steering wheel and nap till the rain stops or the owner of the car shows up.

Eventually nodding out, Anne is awoken by a loud knock on the driver side window. Cracking open the door to see who’s there, a man in a black trench coat and a hood covering his eyes, speaks. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, the information is all here and they’re waiting for you” he says in a rattling raspy voice. Before Anne can explain she’s not the owner of this car, he hands her a little black book and vanishes quickly into the rainy night. Confused by the odd encounter but intrigued by book, she decides to take a peak. To her surprise the book is hollowed out with a single key in the center and has an address written on the bottom of what’s left of the page. “This can’t be the car key, can’t it?” She thinks to herself. “I mustn’t try, I should leave now and forget I ever saw this book or that man” she continues, but her love for snooping and her hate for the rain convinces her to put the key in the ignition. To no surprise at all, it starts right up. Recognizing the address as the industrial part of town, she heads out that direction. “Who’s they and how long have they been kept waiting?” A scary stray thought lingers in her mind. Eventually being put on the back burner as she approaches the address in the book. A large warehouse with boarded up windows and adorned with colorful graffiti has a single small door propt open on the side. “This is the place of horror films” is mumbled under head breath. Anne is two seconds from turning the car around when a silhouette of a person emerges from the door, due to the rain she is unable to make out any identifying features. The only thing that she can see is that they are waving her inside. “They know I’m here, this is it” she says her goodbyes and makes her peace while pulling up and parking the car. She opens the door and runs straight to The silhouette who has now shifted into a tall muscular male dressed in all black. “We’ve been waiting forever, what took so long. We almost thought you didn’t make it” he says with slight concern and slight anger. “Sorry, I was just given this 20mins ago” she says while flashing him the book.

Upon entering this large vacant warehouse, Anne is met with 3 other people dressed similar to the man out front but all could not be any different in size and stature. “This doesn’t look the person we were told about.” One person says. “Yeah, we was told it’d be a dude, who is this chick?” Another guy snaps. Anne now is terrified about the horrible choice she has made coming to this place. Feeling caught, she tries to book it for the exit when she’s stopped by the original gentleman. “Don’t leave without us, or don’t get paid” he jokes to Anne. “Our guy must of made a mistake, it’s raining to hard to even see your dick in your hand. She’s got the black book and the car, she’s our gal, let’s go!!” He barks at the men. They shake their heads and walk to the corner of the wearhouse, one rips a tarp off 5 duffle bags and they all grab a bag. The man who met Anne at the door and who is clearly in charge grabs the remaining bag and they all hastily make their way to the car. Anne following quickly behind them runs infront to open the trunk. Once all bags are secured and accounted for the men pile in the car and Anne hops in the drivers seat.

So where am I taking you fine young men tonight?” She says jokingly while adjusting her mirrors and defrosting her windshield. “You don’t know, she should know! You sure this our person?? This feels like a trap!” A guy in the back yells angrily. “Hey! She’s got the book and the car, she’s our person.” The leader replies, and then looks at Anne. “Open the back of the book, 1st address is where you leave us. 2nd address is where you leave the car.” Even more confused and afraid at this point Anne, opens the back of the book and reads the first Address, it’s for a pizza place downtown. She knows the spot and takes off.

While driving in complete silence, thoughts are racing, wanting to question the men and the dufflebags and the whole entire scenario she’s found herself in the middle of, but she thinks back to the saying, “Curiosity killed the cat” and If her previous curiosities hadn’t used up her nine lives. This one would certainly be the one that did.

She makes it to the pizza shop without a single inquiry and she quietly applauds herself for that. It’s the least nosy she’s been all evening. She pops the trunk and the men shuffle out, each grabbing a bag on their way into the back door of the building. As the final guy walks past the car he says “that last bag in there is for you, good job, we’ll see you soon. Keep in touch”

She nods and pulls out of the parking lot thinking to herself “I sure hope not and no thank you!” Fully convinced this is enough adventure for a lifetime, she opens the little black book one last time to read her final address. It’s the shipping docks a couple miles from her house. Quite a ways away from the pizza place, she makes the semi long journey in silence. The only sound is that of the rain still heavy as before hitting the metal roof, even her mind is quiet.

Finally arriving at the dock, another odd figure is waiting under a street lamp in a bright yellow raincoat. Completing the ensemble with matching pants shoes and a hat. “This must be the man” she thought as it only made sense considering the night she was having. She rolls the window down and shows the man the book. He nods and takes it. “Leave the key in the ignition, grab what’s yours, and I’ll take care of the rest.” The man speaks with the same voice as the gentleman she had heard in the beginning. Anne almost stopped to ask if it was him but it was growing late and she grew tired and tired of questions. She nodded and exited the car, popping the trunk on the way out. She grabbed the duffle bag and headed into the cold wet darkness.

Anne walked the long journey home only to realize she was more wet and cold than when she first had left to find her car, walking up the stairs to her front door, she wondered if all that was worth it. “If only I had gotten out of the car, I would of found mine eventually or I would of found home eventually. Id be dry and in bed now.” Halfheartedly she opens the door takes 10 steps and plops down on her couch. Throwing the duffle bag under her head as a pillow, she clicks on the tv and immediately passes out.

Mid morning the next day Anne is awoken by a bright beaming light of sunshine peering through her window. Groggy and still confused from the night before she gets up and makes herself a pot of tea. Once done she sits back down and watches the TV still on from last night. The news is on.

“Police on the hunt for suspects wanted in a bank robbery” a chipper but serious woman says. “Here with the details is police chief Brian” she continues. “So far we are actively searching for 4 suspects in an armed robbery of FairLight Bank, last night around 7pm, we have little information to go on but right now we are looking into what might be a getaway vehicle found in the water early this morning, any information please call...” the police cheif says but Anne’s jaw has dropped at this point and she’s no longer listening to the tv. She slowly turns her head to the duffle bag, wanting so badly for it to be a dream, and screams. “Please no no no no no, please don’t let it be.” She begs.

Anne slowly creeps over the edge of the couch and grabs the dufflebag. Slowly unzipping it all her fears had come true. The bag was filled with cash, unsure of what to do and astonished about the amount of money, she takes it out and counts it. “Holy crap!”she screams again. “$20,000??, how am I supposed to explain this?” She yells but quieter this time.

Realizing the cops will never believe her story of a nosy girl on a rainy night, accidentally helping people get away with robbery, she decides that she’s going to take the money and leave town for a while. While getting some clothes together and only the essentials, she goes to grab her satchel to pack it all away, only to realize exactly where she left it.

“In the car” she sighs and bows her head. Defeated, she drops her clothes and plops back down on the couch. Her head now resting firmly in her hands. She looks up at the tv and says “I guess I will be seeing them soon”