Post 5

Otis opened the blinds. His head throbbed. Those noises made him wonder. He got dressed. Otis got a quick glass of water to clear his throat and walked out the door. He was headed to Casa D'Waffles. For some reason he was in the mood for waffles. He had an unusual spring in his step and had a feeling it was going to be a good day. It had snowed the night before and it was cold and slippery on the sidewalks. He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. The restaurant was unusually crowded for December 22nd. He sat down alone and ordered two Casa Waffles. As Otis ate his waffles he noticed a man in the corner who kept looking over at him. The man avoided eye contact and left shortly after Otis noticed him. Otis thought nothing of it. He finished his meal, read the newspaper for a little bit and left.

A shot rang out. It came from behind Otis. It zipped by his head. He ran down a near by alley and hid behind a large trashcan. The man with the gun strolled down the alley. "I can't believe I found you here, Gerard. Do you know how much Don Moretti will pay me when I tell him that I found and killed the infamous Gerardo Cappelli.  I know you're here, Gerard. I know this is a dead end. Step out of your hiding place. I just want to talk. This reminds me of the time..." Otis jumped out as the man was in the middle of his monologue and grabbed his gun. They struggled for possession of the gun but Otis easily tore it from the man's hands. "Forget you saw me and I won't kill you." Otis whispered. He realized that there was some hysteria over the gun shot coming from the outside world, but the alley was secluded and hidden. No one had noticed them, yet. "I'm not leaving without the satisfaction of killing you!" yelled the man. Frenzied he rushed Otis. Otis pulled the trigger and in a moment the man landed on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding him. Otis got to work. He took the contents from the man's pockets, making sure not to get finger prints on his clothes or skin. He found a cell phone, a wallet, a pack of chewing gum, and a picture of himself. He picked up a newspaper and covered his hands with it as he dumped the body into the large trashcan. He wiped up the blood on the ground with the newspaper and threw it with the body. He put the gun in his leather jacket pocket and walked out of the alley slowly and inconspicuously and headed home. He didn't notice anyone and no one noticed him.

Post 4

Otis opened the door to his apartment. It looked the same as it had when he arrived, other than a suitcase in the corner and the tan envelope on the coffe table. It was late, and Otis' feet ached. He walked all around town looking for some form a job. He found no success and felt like tomorrow would be better. It was late and he needed some sleep, even though it never comes easy for him. He picked up the envelope that sat on his coffee table and carried it to his bedroom. After laying down and pulling the covers over him, Otis opened the envelope. He pulled from inside two solid gold rings and a letter. On each of the rings were initials. They read G.C. and J.C. He smiled and placed the rings on his dresser. He then turned his attention to the letter. He slowly read the letter over and over again.
         
Dear Gerardo Cappelli,
Your work has been appreciated. We apologize for the recent unfortunate events. We are relocating you to the town, ********. Your new name is Otis Baumer. You moved to town from Washington D.C. Be sure to lay low and keep to yourself. We will be checking up on you every 2 weeks. Move on and you will be fine.
                                        Sincerely,
                                        John T. Harris
                                        President of the Witness Protection Program

Otis set the envelope and letter on the dresser and turned off the light. He began to drift off when he heard some loud noises coming from outside his window. Expecting it to be the strange old man again he got up. There was no one outside. Otis waited and then heard the noises again. They were coming from the abandoned building next door. It sounds like banging metal and gave him a headache. Otis got back in bed and waited for sleep to come. The noise stopped after a few hours. When it did Otis finally found some sleep.