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Month: June
Day: Friday/12
Time: 9:00 AM
Extreme sports in Wool Bridge were rare. They didn't really have many landmarks for it and if they did, those landmarks were already occupied for something less...thrilling. However, there was one place that all the daredevils and thrill seeking wannabes went to inject some fun into their lives; The Abyss. It wasn't an actual abyss, in fact it was a lake, but it was a pretty deep lake that no one had ever reached the bottom of. Well no one living of course. The lake was so deep that anyone who wanted to visit the site needed to sign an agreement to not sue the city if they got hurt or their kids drowned on their yearly camping trip or something.Day: Friday/12
Time: 9:00 AM
The Abyss, was the livelihood of Wool Bridge's daredevil community. There were tons of guys and a few girls who were stupid enough to make a living out of teaching people to scuba dive there, or prepare future navy enlistees for well, the navy.
One of these daredevil instructors was Vinicius de Costa a pro surfer, pro scuba diver, pro sky diver and definitely not an actual Brazilian native. He just tanned a lot and spoke with a lisp. He was the most popular instructor and sought out by anyone who wanted to learn how to 'live their life to the fullest' or if they just wanted to screw in the back of the surf shack. Either way. He was a hottie in high demand.
So why the hell did he have to spend his Friday, teaching some old and fat fuck how to scuba dive? He should be over where his colleagues Tommy Tornado and Samantha Shredder were flirting with a gaggle of Italian underwear models! It wasn't fair! But it wasn't like he could complain. The guy was Martin Cassie, a rich and retired CEO, so he would definitely tip generously.
Martin Cassie could be described in many words; Powerful. Imposing. Fear inducing. But not thrill seeking. No definitely not. He was almost sixty for God's sakes! Why in the hell would he book a scuba diving class from some overly tanned simpleton?
Well, it had all started a day ago.
He had been lazing around his expansive mansion, figuring out what to do that day when the smart phone that his PR person forced him to get, beeped. He had fiddled with it for awhile, because he still didn't know how to really work the damned thing, until finally he had pulled up the text. He'd thought it was a joke at first or a glitch. But...It was just too accurate.
June 11, and nothing to do, huh?
Call me bias, but I would have thought you'd be toasting the anniversary of the murder of your daughter.
He'd nearly had a heart attack then, but managed to hammer out a response.
Wrong number. I don't have a daughter.
The reply had come back quickly considering the large amount of content.
Not on record you don't. But you and I both know that your brief union with that hooker resulted in the birth of Amelia Cassie. You never told anybody, you thought that hooker had enough sense than to come back twelve months later and demand child support. Man...She should have known that threatening you would end in her losing her life. Oh, but not just hers. Amelia's too. Even though she was less than a year old and wouldn't remember anything, you had to go back for the baby.
Tsk tsk. You know it's pretty ironic that the former CEO of a baby furniture corporation committed infanticide, isn't it?
What do you want? He had typed out quickly and whoever it was had replied immediately. The person--the monster, had told him to book a private class with Vinicius de Costa, then when they dived, he was to disconnect the diver's oxygen tank and only then would his infanticide secret be buried forever.
So that's what he did.
[BCOLOR=#ff0000]Breaking News:[/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=#ff0000]Famous Scuba Instructor Dies during Private Instruction of Former CEO of Goo Goo Furniture, Martin Cassie. [/BCOLOR]
Earlier this morning, famous scuba diving instructor, Vinicius de Costa died while teaching Martin Cassie, the former CEO of Goo Goo Furniture, how to dive.
After being examined for injuries, Martin Cassie informed the police and media that during their lesson Vinicius de Costa "suddenly started flailing in the water as if he were having some sort of stroke."
Unfortunately the exact cause of de Costa's death will never be discovered as his body sunk to the bottom of Wool Bridge's infamous The Abyss, a lake nearly 4,000 or more feet deep.
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