Prelude To Innovations in Motion

Morgan was a neat fellow, he was stout, but not fat, and wore shorts and a jacket whenever possible, changing from boots to sandals depending on the weather. The occupation Morgan held was a dangerous and rare: a pet shop developer. This is what he had told me the first time we met. I am Corey, and we first met at one those Chinese restaurants that people sit around the grill and the guy prepares it in front of you. I sat down with some girl, a name I forget, all I remember about her is that she had a girl, and that she had to leave in the middle of the meal because her kid would not stop screaming and the babysitter was going crazy. She left and on my left was Morgan. Morgan gave me his occupation: pet shop developer. I chuckled, and asked him if he was serious and he told me "Corey, now a days when people want a pet, they want the best in service and everything. That is where I step in , Mr.Morgan Kote , to help my client create the best pet store they can. I have created over 30 pet shops."

I could not believe that that occupation actually existed, but Morgan said he was it, so I believed him. I worked at a deli back then, that was two years ago. I worked a shift from 11:30 to 5, and the owner was the brother of a friend of my from college. Morgan said he had seen me in that Deli before. He had been all over the country, "twice in London," but he lived only two blocks from the deli. Eventually he had to go but said he would say hello whenever he came into the deli. I could have sworn I had never seen him before, but I see a lot of people come and go, "a rueben, please."

That was two years ago, about, and now Morgan and I are together, but under different circumstances. Morgan never told me he was a secret agent, and before I could get out what he had gotten me mixed up in, I was going along for the ride. Being on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with Morgan has given me a great deal of time to learn to hate that moment he came into my life. Now I am being hunted by three countries, a mad man with a taste for blood, and all my stuff blew up when someone filled with my apartment with dynamite.

I fucking hate pet shops.