December --, 1991

14 Miles Outside Miami

11:41

Song: Mitch Murder - Hollywood Heights (bitch what else did you expect)

Jones sped along I-41 on his way back into Miami. After all the time he spent 'catching up' with some old friends in Minnesota, he somehow decided it would be a good idea to come back to Miami. Even in the dead of the night, in the middle of winter, the temperature was hitting 60 Fahrenheit. Jones began to wonder if he took the wrong turn, when the lights in the beautiful Miami skyline began to turn on, and the city was filled with that famous purple lighting. Jones stroked his thumb over a small picture he found in the glove box.

The picture was a slightly blurry photo from 1978, when Jones was 16. It was of his football team, the Eagle River High School Eagles. At the center of the photo was a golden trophy that read, "EAGLE RIVER HIGH SCHOOL EAGLES: CHAMPIONS OF THE MIDWEST!" The kid who was holding it up had a flowing reddish brown mullet, with a bit of stubble on his cheeks. He was smiling from ear to ear, and the look in his purple eyes conveyed some intense happiness, like a little kid during Christmas time.

"You heard it right here folks! Many of you remember that special time three weeks ago when the Eagle River Eagles surpassed everyone's expectations and went on to win the *state* championship against the Minneapolis Rangers. Well, our hometown Eagles have done it again, winning the Midwest championship! You heard it hear first folks, with the help of Dimitri Federov's strong arm and a passion that cannot..."

Jones tossed the picture to the empty seat on his left. He fiddled with the radio until he could find a station that was projecting anything other than static,

"Goooood evening Miami! Y'all know who I am. This is DJ GG and I'm bringing you the hottest hits of December! Coming up next is H.M. Hammarin with Strang-" Jones switched the radio station to some 70s music.

"Much better," he sighed and cranked down the windows. The cool air flowed into the car, causing his brown leather jacket to flap a bit in the wind. He put on some shades just to feel cool, despite it being almost midnight. Jones' Cadillac Coupe DeVille was virtually the only car on the freeway, so he put his foot on the gas. A green road sign was up ahead. It read:

MIAMI FLORIDA, 12 MILES AWAY.

Jones stared at it for a second, and then a bright flash of light made him jump and swerve a bit. He was confused and looked back on the road, only to see a man wearing a ski mask, holding a large camera. He considered pulling over to see who the hell this was, but decided against it.

2 full minutes later, Jones' phone in his pocket started to buzz. He picked it up.

"Yello."