They Call Me…Montey Greene by A. R. Yoba

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Every Legend Has A Beginning. In the case of unemployed security systems analyst Montey Greene it was Europe. A pair of shoes. A beautiful Colombian woman. Pink pills. A false passport. Four bullets in the back. Montey didn't want to die. Not here. Not Now. Not on this cold stretch of highway leading to Lake Como with four bullet holes in his back. Something told him not go, but he hopped on that plane anyway. All expenses paid they said. First class all the way on an open-ended ticket. You would have taken that flier too if you just got laid off for the third time in as many months and recently separated from your wife. Did I forget to mention the kids? An all expenses paid vacation 4000 miles across the Atlantic, to hang out with some old friends while you try to put the pieces of your crumbling life back together, seemed to be just the remedy for the once again unemployed security systems analyst. Up until the point he walked into that high end women's boutique on Via Della Spiga he was just a regular guy from Brooklyn. That's why he found himself on one of the most touristy fashion corridors in all of Milan. If only he had gone to Venice or Naples instead. Maybe he wouldn't have inadvertently botched the kidnapping of a reputed drug kingpin's daughter. If only it could have been just been that, but Montey Greene didn't have that type of luck. His life as of late wasn't that black and white simple. Now he found himself locked in the cross-hairs of some unknown assailants gun-sight and at the top of some unknown government agency's most wanted list questioning his name. Life is rarely what it seems as perception is usually greater than ones reality. Even a broke clock shows the right time two times a day, so be careful what you wish for. Be careful what you wish for when you take a person's name. Be careful what you wish for if the person you want dead doesn't die.