*One fine beautiful day, Kester was sitting at his home with his good pal Casey*

Casey: So…it was your birthday last week.

Kester: You forgot about it.

Casey: Yes…but I’m making up for it. I got you a present. *Casey reached into his pocket and pulled out a……… pair of lottery tickets*

Kester: *sarcastic* …Wow. Lots of effort went into finding those.

Casey: You just might win big. *Kester took the tickets*

Kester: Judging from these odds, I highly doubt it.

Casey: Just give it a try! You got nothing to lose! *Casey tossed Kester a penny, and he started scratching*

Kester: First one…loss. *Kester started scratching the other ticket* Whoa…

Casey: What?

Kester: If I get one more star….I get the jackpot.

Casey: I told you! It’s a winner!

Kester: Please. Lottery tickets always get your hopes up like this. I bet you 5 dollars it’s a loser.

Casey: Nah, that’s a bad bet on my part. Just scratch it. *Kester turned his back toward Casey, and scratched off the remaining piece*

Casey: …Well?

Kester: Casey….I WON! I WON! *Kester shoved the card in his face* LOOK! Eight Stars! I won!

Casey: The jackpot?!

Kester: I won the jackpot!

Casey: Cash it in!

Kester: Yeah! *Kester and Casey got up, and started running down the street screaming*

Casey: We’re rich!

Kester: I won! I’m a winner!

Casey: Millionaires!

Kester: I’m the best!

Casey: We got the money!

Kester: Lottery ticket! The winning lottery ticket! *At that moment, two men stepped out of an alleyway*

Man1: What are you two screaming about?

Casey: We won the lottery!

Kester: Well, I did.

Casey: He did. But I bought the ticket.

Kester: Yeah.

Man2: I don’t believe you.

Kester: Here! Look! *Kester took the ticket out, and showed it to them* Eight stars. That means I get the grand prize! *The man went to grab it, but Kester pulled it back* No touching, just looking.

Man2: What can I say? I’m impressed. *He looked at the other man* Aren’t you Herve?

Herve: I am, Miles. *At the moment, Miles and Herve threw Kester and Casey into an alleyway. Miles punched Casey in the face, who fell to the ground unconscious.*

Kester: What are you two doing?!

Miles: Give us the ticket.

Kester: But…*Kester started to back up*

Miles: Give us the ticket!

Kester: It’s mine… *Miles looked over at Herve, and gave him a nod. Herve pulled out a gun, and shot Kester right in the heart. Kester fell to the ground dead. Herve walked to his body, picked the ticket up, and wiped the blood off of it*

Miles: Let’s go.

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News Reporter: Our top story tonight, a murder over a lottery ticket. Two friends were going to cash in their winnings, when they were attacked. One was murdered, while the other suffered relatively minor injuries. Joining us now, on his request, is the surviving man, Casey Chulaine. Casey, what happened today?

*The camera switched to show Casey, sporting a black eye and resting in a hospital bed*

Casey: I don’t remember really…I just remember two guys…they…knocked me out first. They punched me in the face, as you can see.

Reporter: Do you remember what they look like, anything about them?

Casey: It’s…pretty blurry. I don’t remember much. I just know it was two people.

Reporter: So you didn’t see the shooting?

Casey: No…I just woke up in the hospital here…and the police told me what they knew. And I told them what I knew.

Reporter: We’re running out of time here, do you have anything else you’d like to say?

Casey: Yes. To the two men who did this…You will be found. I don’t know how, but you WILL be found. If anyone has any information out there, tell me…I’d like to know for myself who these murderers are. I’d…I’d appreciate any sort of help I can get, from anyone. That’s all.

Reporter: We hope things turn out fine for you. That’s all for the news at 10, goodnight.

OoC: Kesters right, this OG is too good to stagnate

* Cut to Casey the next morning*

Casey: Kester, poor poor Kester, this is all my fault, I shouldn't have been so cheap and given you lottery tickets, I shoulda bought that chair ya wanted...

* A nurse comes in with some food*

Nurse: I brought you some food, also theres a man here to see you.

* The nurse walks out*

Casey: I wonder who it is....

* A large burly man walks in*

Casey: Who are you, and what do ya want?

Tony: Names Tony, and da boss wants to see ya.

Casey: Why? and whos the boss?

Tony: The boss knows everything about shady dealings, says he might be able to help ya, for the right price. Here, go to this adress when ya get outta the hospital.

* Tony hands casey an adress and leaves*

Casey: Huh, I wonder if this is for real.... might as well try it.

* The next morning Casey is checked outta the hospital*

Casey: Taxi!

Taxi man: Where ya wanna go bub?

Casey: Take me ta * reads slip* 403 Dastardly avenue.

Taxi man: Dastardly avenue! thats the most dangerous place in town!

Casey: Take me there.

Taxi man: You're funeral

* Casey goes to 403 Dastardly avenue*

*The taxi pulled up to a run down building*

Casey: Thanks for the ride. *Casey paid the taxi driver, then exited the cab. He walked up to the front of the building*

Casey: 403…this is it. *Casey knocked on the door, but no one answered. He slowly turned the door handle, and the door opened up. The interior was dark, save for crack of light coming in from a couple of a windows. Cautiously, Casey walked inside. The building had not been used in some time, the floor, ceiling, and walls were falling apart, and there was garbage and debris all over the floor.*

Casey: …Is there anyone here? *No reply. Casey continued to walk through the rooms, still not finding anything. He had reached a set of stairs, and was about to go up, when he heard something metal and loud one room back. Casey stopped in his tracks, then went and pressed himself against the wall near the edge of the doorway. Casey waited there in silence, straining his hearing for the slightest sound. He heard nothing, and decided to look back into the room. Casey turned his head to look through the doorway and saw…nothing. The room was exactly the same, save for a tin can that was now on the ground. Casey closed his eyes, sighed, and turned around back toward the stair case. When he opened them, he saw Tony descending, a gun pointing right at Casey*

Casey: What are you doing?

Tony: The boss doesn’t want you finding out about us…he doesn’t want you testifying, he doesn’t want you around. *Tony moved off the steps and in front of the window, his body now being silhouetted from the morning light.* And I’m here to fix his problem.

Casey: You’re going to kill me?

Tony: You got a lottery ticket and you survived a beating by our guys, but say good bye now Casey. Your luck has run out.

*A gunshot rang out, but at the same time the sound of shattering glass. Casey had looked away, but realizing he wasn’t harmed, looked back at Tony. A ray of light from the sun was coming through the front of Tony’s head. Tony slumped to the ground, and Casey rushed over to the broken window. Outside was a man with a gun*

Man: You wanted help? Here I am.

Man: My car's a block away, we need to hurry. ~The man rushes down the stairs.~

Casey: I'm not going with--

Man: A little late to have common sense now, c'mon. ~He heads out the door, grabbing Casey's arm as he does so. They both run along the sidewalk.~ Anyone following us?

Casey: Uh?

Man: I said "anyone following us?"!

~Casey looks back to the building he's running from, examining it for a few seconds.~

Casey: No.

Man: Good. ~The man stops next to an old dark blue car. Casey runs into him. The man swings open the passenger side door.~ Get in. ~Casey gets in while the man runs to the driver side and gets in. He starts the car up and drives away.~

Casey: Who are you?

Man: Call me Mark. I'm from the FBI. ~He flashes a badge and ID card far too quickly to read.~ People are gonna start asking you about today, and when they do, just say you showed up, someone shot Tony, and you high-tailed it out of there. You don't know who shot Tony.

Casey: Okay...

Mark: Good. Now that that's settled, I've got some favors to ask of you on behalf of your country. Think you can do them?

Casey: Er. Really?

Mark: You're the only one we can count on in this situation. Undercover operations don't work any more. It's more of a duty than a favor.

Casey: ...Yes.

~Mark smiles.~

Mark: Good man.