Write By Numbers: Chapter 3 (end)

The final installment. 


100 stepped out of the car towards Officer 42, figuring his days were now numbered. The temperature was cold, about 20 degrees, and the time was dark, perhaps around 7 now. 100 added all these facts to his memory, figuring this would be his last day as a free number figure.

4 followed 100 (for once). But 4 had another card up her sleeve. "Stop, 42. I'm giving you 3 seconds before I go crazy 8s on you with my AK-47, or my .44 Magnum." 4 held up 2 weapons now. 42 froze. 100 moved out of the way, cheering, "Give 42 the ol' 1-2, 4." 5 minutes ago, this 360 situation would seem like an imaginary number to 100, but he was pleased nonetheless.

4 told 42 to turn around a count to 10, while she and 100 ran for it. He did, and the 2 numbers sped off at speeds up to 80 miles an hour.

In the car (which felt like it was going mock 5), 100 noted, "I thought I was going to have to pay 1,000,000,000 dollars for my bail! You're number 1, 4!"

And 4, for once, felt like a real number... a 1st rate person... a '21 Jump Street' avoider... a real perfect number.

4 felt like a true 4 for once.

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