Obadiah Flynt, an always welled dressed man from head to toe, wore nothing less than the best. As he looked out the window to the city of Londaris, the capitol of the new world, from the third floor of his favorite mansion, he wore a deep dark purple suit with a lighter purple dress shirt and a purple tie the same color as his suit. His black shoes cost more than most people’s rent for a whole year. His jewelry consisted of two rings and an earring stud in each ear. His black hair was slicked back with not one hair out of place, and his beard and mustache were nicely trimmed. Obadiah Flynt was a large intimidating man that stood at 6’2. Obadiah owned the entire taxi service in Londaris and since the city was so crowded, people would rather take his taxis than waste the electric battery in their own vehicles. His taxi services also rented out other transportation, for the people that could afford it, such as limos and luxury blimps.
He was known as the second richest man in Londaris and third in the new world. Obadiah looked at the sky; the aftermath of the old world had left the sky full of grey clouds with the sky’s color ranging from an orange hue during the day and pitch black during the night. Most people didn’t dare walk in some neighborhoods at night. The old world had used up every last bit of oil that led to its downfall, which led to the new world, which ran completely on electricity, cars and all. Some continents were now uninhabitable because of the Great War that had brought around change to every person. Hundreds of years had passed and no one remembered the old world anymore. There was only the new one and what people made out of it.
The door to his office opened behind him. “Excuse me sir.” The always relaxed voice of his butler reached his ears.
“Yes George?”
“Your ride is here sir.”
With a last look out the window he turned to his butler and began walking to the door. “Good.” He grabbed his cane and walked passed him.
He reached the elevator and got inside, followed by George who pushed the button for the first floor. With a hum, the elevator began its descent.
Looking forward he addressed George. “Have you seen my son?”
He lightly shook his head. “Sorry sir, Master Jim has not been home for two days.” The elevator came to a stop and George opened the door for Obadiah. When they reached the outside of the mansion a white sleek limo was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. If you were quiet, you could hear the low hum of the engine. Obadiah walked down the steps, allowed George to open his door and got into the very comfortable limo.
He rolled down the window. “George, when my son does come home, tell him I want to see him.”
“Will do sir.”
He rolled up the window and looked at his driver through the mirror. “Warehouse sixteen.” With a slight nod the driver took off.
He hated going to what locals referred to as “The Junkyard”. The district where all warehouse and industrial jobs and storage was, but a new threat had shown its head and threats were not good for business. Especially his kind of business.
