Nikola Vucevic shifted nervously on his feet. “You sure you’ve got the plan?”
The scantily-clad escort that he had hired for the occasion continued looking annoyed. “Yeah, I’ve got it. You do realize, however, that getting punched in the face falls significantly outside the range of services I typically offer to my clients.”
Now it was Nikola’s turn to look annoyed. “Hey, quit with the snark. Remember, you’re getting paid a million dollars for this, and I’ve already wired you half of that.” He paused and surveyed the scene. They stood just inside the entrance to Disney World, right past the ticket booths. Families with their children wandered all around, but it wasn’t too busy. A couple surly looking security guards stood on the other end of the wide entryway. They didn’t seem to pay much attention to the NBA player or his bombshell companion, and they didn’t look armed. “…alright, I guess it’s now or never. Ready?”
The escort sighed. “I guess. Remember, not too hard. This face makes me a lot of money.”
Suddenly, Nikola screamed at the top of his lungs “SHUT UP, BITCH!” and punched her squarely in the jaw. The hustle and bustle of Disney World stopped all at once as she fell to the concrete in a heap. As onlookers gazed in horror, one of the guards began to run over while the other began calling in backup.
“Catch me if you can, PIGS!” Nikola yelled as he grabbed a bag of white powder from his pocket and jammed a large quantity into his nose. Shaking his head to clear his senses, he began running for the fence separating him from the parking lot. He leaped and grabbed the fence, clambering over it easily. His getaway car was only a short distance away. As he ran towards it, he turned around and saw what seemed to be a dozen more guards appear out of nowhere, some of them in the parking lot. He quickly jumped straight into the convertible that served as his escape plan and peeled off, not moments before he heard the sirens of a police car.
The plan had gone smoothly up to this point, but he now realized that leading the police on a high-speed chase through a parking lot full of kids, as the plan had originally called for, had the chance to land him in far more serious trouble than he was already in. Pausing, he considered his options. Had he done enough to accomplish his goals? He waited until the cop car was only a little behind him before accelerating suddenly straight ahead. He prayed that there were no unaware families about to jump into his path as he careened straight into a low dividing wall.
He pushed the airbag away from him and smiled. The cops were descending on him now, guns drawn. The public had ignored his 40-point game, his triple-double, and nearly his entire NBA career. But they could not ignore this.