“Two coffee please.” Doc tells the waitress who then heads back inside the cafe. He was with @Broli, his new associate. He met him a couple of days ago while doing jobs for the family. Seeing that he worked hard and never complained, he invited him to join the family.

“No alcohol for today. I still have a hangover from last night’s session.” Doc said before Broli could protest. They were sitting outside Cafe Brauer. The owner, @Gwendolyn, was generous to place several tables outside her cafe for patrons who would like to smoke and enjoy open air and warm sun. Doc had the whole day available. Since he always loved having a good story with his coffee, he decided to do something entertaining. He looked around and observed several men lounging like them outside the cafe. He stands up and invited them to their table.

“Join us please, it will be worth your while I promise.” He then orders coffee for everyone. He then picks his brown leather bag on the floor and places it on top of the table. He unzips and shows everyone the content.

“I have here 1 million dollars, no more no less. And one of you will be taking it home.” He then sits down and leans back. Seeing that everyone was interested, he then continues.

“I have a story, but it has no ending. The one who gives the best ending will get 1 million dollars.” He takes out a cigarette, lights it and takes a puff. “I know, I’m a doctor and I smoke.” He took another puff, removes his slippers, then decided to start the contest.

(OOC: The contest will end one week from the date of posting of this thread and will be picked by my Boss, @Nicholas)

“Who would it be?” Klay asked his self, looking out the window of a single bed hotel room. Doc, as he was known to the family and to everyone else, combed his hair with his left hand then retreats back to the center of the room where a chair was standing alone. He sat on it, facing the door.

It was seven in the evening and he didn’t have anything to eat since waking up this morning. He had to leave the headquarters at dawn after talking with his associate, Broli. He nearly shot Broli when he sneaked into his room waking him up.

“The Boss’s pissed with what happened.” Broli told him full of fear. Nicholas, the family’s Head was known for being fair. He was also known for exacting punishment to those who crossed him or failed him. Doc didn’t wait for day light. As soon as Broli left his room, he packed his bag and left the Headquarters. Now, he was in a hotel in Detroit, waiting for them to come for him. He leans back then checks his gun.

It has been a week since Nicholas gave him the job. It was clear cut. “Go to the grocery we talked about and I want you to kill Mr. hang. He’s the rat.”

Mr. Hang was the owner of the grocery in South side that doubles as a front for the family. His storage area were at times home to the family’s drugs. It has been raided a few weeks ago, with the family losing around 50 million dollars. And Nicholas was enraged. Somehow, they got word that Mr. Hang was the one who sold them out.

Mr. Hang had Asian gang connections. And the cops squeezed him to get to that organization. Well, the cops were in the family’s pocket and they know it was in the best interest of their pockets to think that the Chinese owned the drugs.

Fearing for his life, Mr. hang accepted the cop’s offer and turned state witness. Orders were given out for the head of Mr. Hang. Doc took the job, found where they were hiding Mr. Hang, and killed him. The problem was, he killed three of his police escort too. They would have been in the clear if Doc made sure no one was left alive. Apparently, one other guard, there were four of them, went out to get some food. He saw what happened on his way back and caught the image of two men speeding away in a black sedan. The driver was familiar and he was sure it was Doc_K.

Now, the cops were out looking for Doc for being a cop killer, the Chinese gang wants his head too for killing their rat associate Mr. Hang. Doc wasn’t sure if Nicholas wanted him too. Because of his stupidity, the cops turned the heat on the family.

Doc felt exhausted wondering what the fuck he did to deserve to be in this kind of mess. He checks his gun once again and counted the bullets. He was thinking about his hometown and his family when he heard footsteps coming near his door. The door knob turns and slowly the door opened..... ..... .......

As the door opens Doc sees a shadow on the wall from the lighted hallway.  The shadow appears to be carrying a gun.  Doc, not wanting to get himself into further trouble aims his gun to shoot where the assailant’s gun will appear and waits patiently for the door to finish opening. 

Taking careful aim Doc shoots at the gun and then drops to the floor behind the couch, knowing he has made yet another mistake.  On the other side of the door is the housekeeper and Doc has shot at her broom. 

The housekeeper screams and runs into the room, hitting Doc’s exposed head with what is left of her broom.

Much later…

Doc awakes to find himself in the trunk of a car, gagged and bound.   Trying not to panic Doc swears that that housekeeper just might have been Asian and he’s in deep shit.

The waiter had a special interest in the waitress who was tending a table. He watched her walk away. Suddenly he found his eyes back on the two gentlemen at her table. Seconds later, they were accompanied by other men. The waiter moves in closer.  His timing was perfect. He gazed at the bag that revealed more cash he could make in his entire generations lifetime. He studies every aspect of that bag. While imagining how a mere fraction of that money would change his life, the waitress returns to the table. With his eyes on her, he begins to thicken the plot.

The waiter resumes his usual routine. His shift has ended. He steps out back and lights a cigarette while he awaits for the waitress to end her shift. He exits on time. He places his arm under hers and escorts her home. 

She hands him the key to her apartment.

He looks into her eyes and asks,  "Do you trust me?" 

She responds, "Of course I do darling. Why do you ask this of me?"

The waiter unlocked her door and handed back her key after he answered her question 

The next few days were very tiresome for the waiter. Once he had a solid location of the bag, he instructed the waitress to do as discussed at a specific time. The waitress did trust him.  The waitress met the waiter at the designated address on time. The waiter was pleased the door was not locked. He continued to slowly turn the doorknob. 

The man behind the door was pointing a gun their way

The waitress gasped. She begs of the man holding the gun not to shoot. Suddenly confused, she now recognizes the man holding the gun. She remembers this man being a patron she served coffee too a few days ago. She now gazes at the waiter. She quietly tells the waiter she served this man coffee last week. 

The waiter addresses the pointing a gun 

"Excuse us Sir. We obvioulsy have the wrong room. We do not want any trouble. We were invited by friends for a small gathering to celebrate and obviously we have entered the wrong hotel room. I assure you Sir we are not armed and now the lady is in need of a restroom."

The man lowers his gun

While the man shows the waitress to the bathroom, the waiter swaps bags

The waiter and waitress thank the man and leave the hotel room. The waiter expresses his gratitude for the waitresses trust. The waitress peers into the bag the waiter was carrying. Discreetly, she reaches into her handbag and pulls the trigger. 

It was one fruitful day for Doc. And he got what he wanted, stories being shared even if it was only to give an ending to his. He noticed that his Boss Nicholas and the ever beautiful @Gewndolyn joined them right before Heinz started telling his story. Doc acknowledge both by raising his cup of coffee to them. Doc then decided that his Boss would be the judge for his mini contest. 

“Thank you Heinz and Isabella for participating. You narrated endings I wouldn’t have thought myself. I just wished more could have participated.  still, I think we have a winner and an ending to my story. I would like to give the honor of picking the winner to my Boss Nicholas. The Boss will choose the best ending and the winner of 1 million dollars.”