  SEASON TWO, EPISODE ONE: ACCORDING TO BUZZ - PART III Need to catch up? Read urlLink part one and urlLink part two . Ryan jumped off the fence and hit the ground running. He trained all summer for this moment and he wasn’t going to screw it up. They were offering him enough money to take care of not only himself, but Theresa and the baby. As he ran across the dark, dew covered lawn, it crossed his mind that Theresa had named the baby boy, Buzz.
They didn’t know anyone named Buzz. Odd. He could taste the sweat in his mouth. He knew what he was up against and this wasn’t going to be anything easy. All summer he had been working out and bulking up. He could run one hundred yards in about 8 seconds, which in his mind was still too slow.
That summer, Ryan just kept working out and thinking about Newport and the way things used to be. It all seemed too easy and underneath it all, everyone’s true intentions were waiting to surface. Luke was smart and got out first. Sure, he had messed up bad with Julie Cooper, but he made a good choice to go with this father and get out of that town. Ryan heard dogs and ATVs growling in the distance. They knew he was there.
He put his head down and ran faster across the property. Ryan slammed against the wall of a building that was marked Research Building 2 / Sector 1-B . He pulled out a bag of lock picking tools from his vest and then poked at a lock on a door handle until he heard the click. He opened the door. “If you even exhale, I’ll kill you.” A small silhouetted figure stood in front of Ryan. Then the figure spoke again, “Ryan?” Summer stepped out into the light with a gun pointed at Ryan’s chest.
Marissa scoured the bottles of booze in her room trying to find any drop of liquor left. Julie and Cal had been out of town for two weeks, so there was no one around to buy the drinks. Marissa picked up an empty vodka bottle and glared into it. “Screw this,” she said as she threw the bottle out the window and into the pool. She stormed to her closet door and pulled down a few boxes marked “old clothes.” Inside one box, she pulled out her emergency savings. “Twelve-thousand dollars.
That should be more than enough to live well in T.J.” She picked up the phone and called the bus company to find out the times they left for Mexico. She put a plan together and packed light. An hour later, she was on a bus headed to T.J., a place that held bad memories for her. But that was a long time ago and worse memories had since filled her life. She just wanted to hide now. About thirty minutes into the bus trip, she fell asleep.
“San Diego, first stop. Everybody off.” The bus driver cackled through the intercom. Marissa rubbed her eyes and looked around. She figured there wouldn’t be another stop after this so she might as well use the nice bathrooms before the got moving again. She stepped off the streets and collided with a taller man singing along to whatever was playing in his MP3 player. “Hey, watch where you’re going idiot.” Marissa snapped.
The guy turned around and immediately Marissa recognized the curly mopped boy. “Seth?” “Marissa! ?” Seth’s mouth didn’t close after that. Sandy approached the man known only as “Carlos” while he was sitting at a table and surrounded by barely dressed women. He was laughing loudly and feasting upon three very large chickens. “Ah, my prized fighter.
What can I do for you today Mr. Cohen?” Roared Carlos as his fat lips smacked down on his dinner. Sandy almost couldn’t answer because the sight of Carlos’ food caked face disgusted him. “I have come for more information about my son.” Sandy spoke silently while nursing the left side of this body. “We had a deal.” “I understand our deal, Mr. Cohen. However, I am still not sure if you have proven yourself worthy of my knowledge.” “You sweat soaked sonofa…” Sandy became dizzy, still exhausted from the earlier fight. “You are fully aware of my powers Carlos.
And I have respected this hell of yours hell, and I have respected your rules. Now I insist that you respect our deal.” Carlos bellowed, ”BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Mr. Cohen! Are you threatening me? Perhaps you’d like to see a true demonstration of my powers!” “Bring it.” Sandy wiped a blood soaked sleeve across this forehead and limped back to the arena. [ to be continued... ?
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