The security team and I had breakfast at the hotel restaurant where we saw Van Lear and Hatteberg looking disconsolate at the table across from us. The two men wanted to run, but I insisted that they join us for the first meal of the day. “Why do you want to do this to us,” Van Lear spat out like a child. “Because I want to make sure that you understand the error of your ways,” I replied. “We understand,” Hatteberg pleaded. “You sure?” “Yes.” “Okay, well sit with us anyway because we could use the company.” “Scragg, we’re convinced that you’re not some doped-up rock star oblivious to his surroundings. We know that you’re razor sharp and call the shots in your band. All we want to do is get out of here and get on with our lives,” Bucking Bobby said. “You impinged the character of Barton Stevenson, who happens to be a personal friend, although, his past behavior could easily lead other rogue billionaires to believe that they, too, can commit egregious acts and have them conveniently disposed of by a crack security team. Unfortunately, these fine gentlemen had no part in those sordid operations and are the kind of men who would never allow such an injustice to occur in the first place. Of course, part of your problem is that you treat your security personnel like shit, so they have no pride in their work, as evidenced by their sterling work in Galveston,” I said. “Christ, this is unbearable,” Hatteberg practically screamed. “What, I find this establishment rather pleasant,” I replied. “I was referring to this conversation.” “You find me unbearable?” “No, just this conversation.” “Are you going to make this right,” I asked the two men. “Yes, yes, I swear,” Van Lear said as he broke down. “I don’t want my name besmirched my two low-grade men,” I continued. “No, no, that’ll never happen,” Hatteberg assured me. “Very well, let’s enjoy breakfast,” I said. “Oh God, “Bucking Bobby wailed before laying his head on the table. The manager walked over to the table and asked if everything was okay. “He’s just dandy, Sir, I think he’s overcome with emotion from some wonderful news he got from Galveston,” I replied. “Oh, is their cause for celebration,” the manager asked. “Why I believe there is.” “Excellent, I’ll bring out some freshly baked pastries.” “Yeah, that’s mighty nice of you. Isn’t that nice, Bobby? What do you say, Miller, can you go for a pastry,” I asked the two dickheads who would have given anything to be elsewhere.
Cullen then joined us.
“Look who is here,” I told my old buddy. “What a pleasant surprise, I think you should get a picture with those two,” he suggested. “What a terrific idea.” “No, no,” Van Lear begged. “Yes, yes, now don’t give me any bullshit, Bobby.” I took a seat in between the two assholes and put my arms around their shoulders and told them to smile for the camera. Cullen took his sweet time and then snapped off a couple of shots. “These are priceless pics, Scragg.” “You want to sit between Bucking Bobby and Fast Miller,” I then asked the Sorcerer. “Sure.” “We gotta go,” Hatteberg cried out. “Sit down,” Cullen threatened in a muted voice that terrified the two men and startled the security team. The waitress came over and asked if Cullen was ordering and he told her the most expensive thing on the menu. Van Lear and Hatteberg had given up hope and looked like condemned men, which warmed my heart.
I then turned serious.
“It would have been easier, to tell the truth, but that isn’t who you guys are. Now, it’s all downhill. Oh well, the only difference between you and a common scumbag is money, and any schmuck can hit the lottery. I trust you’ll do the right thing concerning that young lady, but if you don’t, well, you know what happens.” “We’ve already sent the money,” Van Lear said between the tears. “Good, don’t you feel better?” Neither man answered, which told me everything I needed to know about them.
I then threw them out, and we enjoyed a hearty breakfast with terrific fellowship.