Chapter 6 THE MAN CALLED OSSAN

Michael was resting comfortably on his bed in the prison, with his pillow behind his back, he put on his most satisfactory smile.

A small scrawny old man was lying on the bed below him, he had long white hair and wrinkles spread around his face with thin lips.

After he had seen Angelina, the guard had changed his cell, he was now in a room with possibly the weakest person in prison.

"How long have you been here?" Michael asked.

"Eight years," he feebly answered.

"No shit! What did an old man like you do? You was caught snooping at the panties of a young woman," Michael ended the last part with a laugh.

"I don't think any judge would put anyone in jail for that long just for a minor offense."

"See how you used the word 'minor'," Michael grinned, bending his body in such a way that he would be able to see the man better. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you was here for harassing a few minors."

"Shut the fuck up!" The man bellowed at him. "Why were you even switched with my old pal! He was quite nice to talk with."

"You mean that clunky Mexican bastard," Michael grinned childishly. "You should be thanking the jailer, he just you up with the most awesome nigga in jail. Who knows, if I take a liking to you, you might get beyond harassing a minor, and actually get it down with a minor, you know what I mean," He ends with a mischievous smile.

"This is not necessary," he frowned before continuing. "What brought you here?"

"Not much, you know the usual. Stole a few trillion dollars from the Pentagon, hacked into NASA's most guarded satellite, beat up the Afghanistan extremists to death. Sometimes, I just think about what I have done, and can't help but pleasure myself, funny shizz is you probably can't relate to what I am talking about."

"I am old, that doesn't mean I am stupid," he sighed.

"You'd be stupid not to believe my amazing feats," Michael grinned. "I am the black superstar in the criminal world. Say you are with Big Mike and even mafia lords are gonna bow. How do you think I was able to get this cell, it was through a little demonstration of my affluence."

"Right," the old man wore a look of disbelief on his face. "If you are so influential and untouchable, how come you were caught?"

"Was tired of giving the police a hard time, decided to make the game easy for them. That's why I let myself be captured, lucky for the ones who got me, pretty sure they probably getting medals at their office right now."

The old man let out a snicker, he began to chuckle. "All you are saying is true, right?"

"Of course," Michael grinned, sitting on his bed. "The only lie I tell is 'I love you' to them ladies."

"Then I'd like to see your affluence get you out of this one," the old man sniggered, he was looking in the direction of the cell door.

Michael turned in that direction, he could feel fear enveloping his face.

The warden which he had made a deal with, was behind the door, there were three hefty tall white men behind him, they had mischievous grins on their faces. They aimed to rape him, the old man who was resting on the bed was smiling sheepishly, he would love to see how it would all go down.

"Ward!" Michael tried not to sound fearful, he was looking in the warden's direction. "Come on, what are you doing? I thought we had a deal."

"Someone who mafia bosses bow to is broking deals with a cheap-skate warden," The old man mocked. "The irony of life."

"Shut up!" Michael growled at him, before turning back to the warden.

"Yeah but these guys made me a better deal," The warden smiled evilly at him. "They promised me they would set me up with some Latinas, and Mexican babes. Nothing personal but I prefer a cluster of pussies to just one pussy, you have gotta understand, you're a fellow man too. Besides, I am also getting a shit load of cash from this shit."

With that, the door burst open. The three hefty men began to rub their hands despicably.

The warden held a wad of cash, he sniffed it, smiled evilly at Michael before walking away.

Michael could feel sweat falling off his forehead.

"Remember me," Hogan began, he was the shortest amongst the three of them but the height difference between the trio wasn't substantial.

"I once had to pick between a good memory, and a big dick," Michael tried to force on a smile. "Due to the decision I made that day, I have got a hard time remembering things. You want us to do a bit of chit-chat, you know talk, chill and just catch up, that would help me to remember you. Know what I am saying."

"I am pretty sure we have spoken enough," Hogan had an evil smile. "It's time we get more physical."

"And by physical, he means we three are gonna be grinding your tight black chocolate ass."

"I think he gets that," The third person said. "It's obvious from his face."

"Old man!" Hogan turned in the old man's direction. "Tell me the boy took a shit not quite long ago. We wouldn't want anything coming out, as we cumming in."

"Pretty sure his ass is all clean," The old man replied.

"Hey!" Michael shouted at them. "Don't fucking listen to the old man alright, I ate beans last night, and trust me, I haven't taken a shit ever since. If y'all try and rim me, I'd probably shit, and I don't think any of y'all want a black nigga shitting on your dicks. Trust me, my shit stinks even worse than yours, you wouldn't want a black man's shit on your dicks."

"This is jail," The second tallest of the trio says. "Scared shitless weak inmates shit on my dick all the time, we have gotten used to it, and to be honest I quite like the feeling of the hot shit rubbing my dick, and if it's liquid, that's even better."

Hogan and the other man beside him had disgusted looks on their faces, they quickly moved away from him.

"The fuck!" Michael had a fearful expression on his face.

The old man who was lying on the bunk below him was laughing heartily. He was enjoying the drama, the warden suddenly came inside the cell, he was holding a phone, it was the latest model at that time.

Michael was surprised, there was an unnatural silence that suddenly erupted, everyone was unusually quiet. The warden handed the phone over to the old man.

"Ossan," he began. "This is for you."

"Please, tell me it's not from my annoying wife," Ossan sighs tiredly. "That was the reason why I came here. I was sick and tired of their useless yapping."

:The hell is this old man talking about,' Michael had an alarmed look on his face. 'He said he came here by himself. Even the warden gives him his phone, and those three shitheads are quiet, almost like they revere him, just who is he!'

"No Ossan," the Warden answered. "It's from the boss."

"Guess I can't do without picking the call then," Ossan sighs, sitting upon his bed. He took the phone from the Warden. "Ossan here."

The call went on for over twenty minutes, Ossan didn't talk throughout the duration, he wore a bored look. "I'd take care of it," That was the only thing he said before he cut the call. He gave the warden back the phone and flicked his index finger.

"You three have to go now," The warden began, he was turning in the direction of the men who had come to jail intending to rape Michael.

"Come on, Ward!" Hogan sneered angrily. "We fucking paid you for this!"

"I know, you can always flex your libido at any time, and with any other one," he says. "But for now, you have to back off. Ossan doesn't want you here."

"The hell are you talking about!" The tallest of the three pushed the warden away. "We deserve this, we don't want no other asshole in this prison. God put a slice on each asshole cause he wants them served, and I swear, I am gonna get my fucking share."

He ran towards Michael who was still lying on the bed. The next thing Michael knew, the muscular man that was running towards him was down on the ground, the scrawny old man was on top of him, he was holding a pistol to his head.

The old man turned the pistol towards his right arm and fired.

BANG!!!

Blood gushed out of the hole that had happened because of the bullet wound, the tall man cried painfully.

"Be grateful for your pain," Ossan got up from the bleeding huge man, he turned away from him, he was blowing away the steam emanating from the nozzle of his weapon, he was a little over five feet tall but had long white hair which reached his shoulder. "It's a reminder that you are alive. When a child refuses to heed the words of his elder, he shall suffer pain. Pain is good, it helps us know what we should and shouldn't do, helps us discern what's right from what's not," Ossan turned back towards the old man. "If you don't heed my instruction, I promise the next place I shoot you would be the last place you'd ever be shot. Do I make myself clear?"

The tall man quickly got up from the ground, shook his head fearfully, and ran out of the cell, the men who were with him also took to their heels. The warden quickly closed the door behind them and went away.

Michael was terrified but he knew he was also lucky; his luck was nearly unbelievable.

"If you are smart which I doubt," Ossan began, he was looking at Michael intently but his gaze had changed. He looked quite fearful. "You'd know two things from what you have seen. One, I am not an ordinary man, and I don't condone nonsense. Two, I am certainly not one that you'd like to fuck with."

Michael didn't have a smart-ass answer for him, he just nodded his head in agreement.

"Michael Dicapprio!" He continued in a grave tone. "Does Angelina matter to you?'

'Angel,' Michael was visibly shocked as he thought. 'How the hell did he know her name!'

"Don't be surprised," he continued. "My boss was the one who set everything up, you entering the top prison facility without any form of court trial whatsoever, the party Linda invited you that incriminated you, the cops that cajoled Angelina to leave North Dakota. The client that Angelina went to meet, everything was planned by my boss but there's a slight hiccup."

"The hell are you talking about!" Michael jumped from his bed, he landed on the ground with a thud!

"My boss ordered me to kill you," He ends, pointing the gun at Michael.

Michael could feel his heart skip a beat, this wasn't the first time a gun had been raised to his head but he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to escape the way he had done in the past.

"Come on, man!" Michael grins. "We don't need to go down this path. I am sure both of us can figure something out, you know man to man, pretty sure your boss is a woman, that's why she can't relate."

"GYA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA," Ossan began to laugh hysterically, Michael didn't know what to feel but he just felt he should go along.

"GYA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA," Michael laughed in unison.

"You always have a way of cracking me up," Ossan's cheerful face was gone, it was replaced with a fierce one. Michael wore an uneasy look.

"It's my charm."

"I have taken quite the liking to you kid," Ossan continued. "I will tell you the situation. Your partner, Angelina has been captured but the boss has gotten some information."

"What do you mean?" Michael tried his best to hide his disbelief. "Besides, I know Angelina. She's too good to be captured."

Ossan ignored what he said and continued. "Someone was threatening Linda with a few pictures, for a hefty sum of money, that's why the boss had to hide her for the moment. Those pictures would implicate Linda, and tie her to the phantom Albrecht case, and by extension, it's going to affect my boss. That's something I can't afford."

"What do you mean? Phantom!"

"Are you so stupid that you haven't realized all that's happening? Everything was a set-up, the news, the information dispensed to the media, we just injured a few guards..."

"Injured? You fucking killed one of them."

"Killed, injured. Same diff," Ossan continued. "All of it was a ploy to lure Angelina to North Dakota but the bitch was smarter than the boss gave her credit for. She had someone tailing you the time you went to Linda's party, and the person took quite a few pictures, pictures that the person is threatening to release to the public if not paid a certain amount of money. The boss doesn't like to be threatened, that's why everyone related to the case shall be killed. I am sorry, Mikey boy. Turns out this is where it ends for you."

"Come on, Pops!" Michael tried to force his most charming smile. "I know Angel, more than anyone. She's not going to lead you to the location of whosoever got those pics, also, she don't roll with retards. The person she probably gave them to intends to collect that money from your boss, and still release those pics to the public."

"You make a solid case but I don't see how you are useful in all this."

"Calms, Gramps. I am her PA, I know all of her assistants, and I have got a fucking good idea of the person she could have trusted this information with."

"You seem to think you have got the right target in mind."

"I know I have," Michael grinned. "There's only one of her associates who tries to find a gold mine in every situation."

"Seems like we have got a deal," Ossan put his gun away.

"One more thing, pops," Michael wore a serious look.

"What?"

"Get me the hell outta here."

"What makes you think I can do that?"

"Been sorta observing all that's been going on. If my eyes ain't been deceiving me, then I know you got enough power to get out of this shithole cell. We both know I am your only chance to your boss not getting publicly humiliated. I am a man of my words, believe me when I say you gonna get those pics. I know you got sources on the outside, you can tell 'em to monitor me or something."

"You had me thinking that you were the type who didn't pay attention."

"You'd be surprised the kinda attention a man will pay when he figures out his life in on the line."

"You are such a sly kid," Ossan extended the weapon to him. "Take it."

Michael quickly took the weapon from him. "That weapon is a sign that you have my permission, they will let you outta here, and should probably even organize your ride back to the city. You have less than twenty-four hours, if the mission is not accomplished within the first twelve hours, Angelina dies. And in the other twelve hours, my men will search for you but it won't be to play tic-tac-toe. It would be to play where to bury the tall black man."

"You can be scary, ya know!" Michael tried the fear he felt.

"Heard something like that from one or two people. I like to instill fear, trust me when I say I like you kid," Ossan got on his bed, he stretched his body to the uppermost limit. "You might wanna start going, kid. Your clock is ticking, and frankly, you don't have enough time."

Michael turned to run away but he heard Ossan's voice.

"One more thing, kid," he smiles. "In all you do, ensure you never find yourself in jail again. There are many guys here who are pained they didn't get to rim you, I don't think they will let a golden opportunity like that pass them twice."

"Thanks for the advice, that's helpful," Michael had an uneasy look on his face, then he left.

Ossan had an evil smile on his face, The warden came inside the room.

"Hand me the phone!"

The warden brought out the phone in his direction. Briskly, Ossan grabbed the phone from him, he dialed a number, and soon it began ringing.

It was picked from the other end.

"It's done," Ossan replies to him. "Have two guys monitor Michael, I have given him a temporary release from jail. Being who he is, he will make contact with Angelina, and the blackmailer soon."

With that, Ossan cut off the call and handed the phone back to the warden.

'Mikey boy, I did enjoy your company. It's a shame our last conversation would probably be your last.'

The next morning;

Angelina woke up in a motel room, there was an ice pack on her forehead, she looked at her left arm, the bullet had been extracted, and it was properly bandaged. Lewis was sleeping on a chair close to her. Angelina looked around, it was then that she realized something; her bag wasn't in the room. She had left her bag outside the warehouse yesterday, that bag contained her notepad where she had written and drawn up several of her information and her plans.

"It's safe to assume the assassin has my bag," Angelina thought to herself, she tried to lift her body but she realized she couldn't. Whatsoever anesthetic her savior had given her still had effect on her body, she would have to be patient for at least an hour more before she could spring into action. 'Though I hid most of the details in Morse code, the assassin is no idiot, that much is certain. He will figure out that I have classified information that would incriminate the senator and throw him in jail. He would have informed the boss by now, and if the boss has any brains at all, he would probably lie to Michael whom he easily has access to that I have been kidnapped, and the only way to rescue me is by finding that contact. Michael is slow on the uptake relating to matters like this, I have got to get out of here and fast!'