New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live



Alex stood there, words escaping him.

"I… I couldn't just leave him there, could I?"

"Yes! That is exactly what you should have done! Let the police handle the super-strengthened criminal!"

"They wouldn't be able to detain him. Did you not see the vault door he hurled at us?"

"That isn't your problem, Alex! What are you going to do with him now?!"

Alex had the inkling of an idea, but he wasn't sure it would be a good idea. He would have to ask for help from a man he already owed a favour to.

Alex reached into his pocket, pulling out two things.

The first one was his cellphone. The second was a black business card.

On this card, only a phone number, written in a bold red colour. This was Alfred's card.

He didn't know if the man would respond to his call at all, but it was his only shot at reaching the person he really wanted to contact.

Dialling in the number, Alexander put the phone to his ear.

After ringing once, the line picked up from the other side.

"Good morning, Mr. Leduc. What can I do for you? Perhaps you are calling for a rematch?"

"Good morning Alfred. That is not the reason for my call, no. I was wondering if you might put me in touch with Mr. Jack Boudreau."

Silence echoed for a few seconds before Alfred responded.

"What makes you think I know how to contact General Boudreau?"

Alex immediately knew he was onto something.

"Let's call it a hunch, Alfred. I believe Mr. Boudreau has done business with the Bellemares before, and your boss should have his number."

Alfred coughed on the other side of the line.

"Ahem. Yes. Mr. Boudreau is indeed a business partner to the Bellemares. I will see if I can get you his number."

"Oh, and Alfred."

"Yes, Mr. Leduc?"

"I never said Mr. Boudreau was a General. How did you know?"

Before he could get an answer, Alfred hung up the call. Alexander laughed a bit, knowing there was something more to it.

Putting his phone away, he turned back to Kary. She still looked mad, but at least she could tell Alex was trying to fix the situation.

Alexander was expecting it to take a while before Alfred called him back with a number, but his phone started ringing.

When he pulled it out and looked at the screen, it only showed 'Private'.

Alex pressed the answer call button.

"Hello?"

At the other end, a gruff voice he recognized replied.

"Hello, Mr. Leduc. I was told you wanted to contact me?"

"Ah, Mr. Boudreau. Yes, I was trying to reach you."

"What is the reason for that? Do you need to come to the hospital again? Having control issues, maybe?"

"Nothing of the sort, Mr. Boudreau. I actually have a favour to ask you."

"Hmm? Pray tell."

The old man sounded curious suddenly. People rarely called him for favours, since he was vehement about reclaiming them.

"I have… a package on my arms that I would need you to take care of. It's a bit of a sensitive package, you see?"

"Hmm. Do you need transport for your package?"

"I would indeed need transport."

Alex heard a clicking noise in his ear. He assumed it was a pen.

"Tell me where, and I'll send a transport right away."

Alexander peeked around the alley's corner, trying to find a street name. He soon found what he was looking for and gave the name plus some details to the old man.

Jack jotted down the info before handing it down to his assistant.

"A transport vehicle will be there for you in approximately fifteen minutes. If you move from there, I want you to call them and give them your new location. I will text you their number."

Alex thanked him before hanging up.

Kary was now looking at him curiously. She wondered when Alex suddenly got in contact with someone like Jack Boudreau.

She knew the name from the news. The man was a very well-known business tycoon, with a big part in many land sales and purchases.

Alexander's phone beeped, and he received a text from a private number with a phone number in it. Alexander texted back, thanking Mr. Boudreau, but also specifying he wasn't alone.

Sending the text, Alex was hearing sirens in the distance.

'They're getting closer. I hope they won't reach here before the transport does.'

Kary pulled on his arm.

"Alex. How do you know Mr. Boudreau?"

"Hmm? Didn't I tell you he was the owner of the hospital I went to?"

"No. You only told me you were in a private hospital."

"Ah… I must have forgotten. I'm sorry."

"Okay. But why did you call him about this? Do you think he can help with… him?"

Kary pointed at the sprawled teen. The teenager was still out cold, with drool coming out the side of his mouth.

Alexander looked at the teen before looking back at Kary.

"Yes. I believe so. I believe he is the only one who can help right now."

Kary nodded, still unsure what she was getting herself into.

Then her stomach grumbled. Her cheeks flushed red as she grabbed her midsection.

Alex looked at her and laughed.

"Yeah. I guess we didn't get to eat breakfast yet, did we?"

Kary laughed awkwardly. Now was hardly the time to think about food.

The stress of getting caught by the police, with a man that had killed innocent people, was eating at her. And they would also question Alexander about what happened.

There simply was no way the cameras did not catch him going into the bank before knocking out the teen and escaping with him. This could be considered aiding a criminal.

The wait for the transport vehicle felt like an eternity for both Alex and Kary. The vehicle was a black, windowless van.

Kary was almost scared to get inside it, but Alex didn't have the same reservation. He flung the teen's body inside, before climbing in himself.

Kary followed in after a moment of hesitation. The closing in police sirens was her motivation.

Minutes after the van left, a police patrol car slowed down in front of the alley they had been in. But they were gone.