After he hung up the phone that's what he swore was playing in the background. Where the hell was his boss? Why would he be listening to such music? He had only heard his boss listen to trascedental and world music. He would never listen to

Snoop Dogg

. Or so he thought. Maybe he didn't know his boss at all.

Yes this was true. Shawn had no idea who his boss was. Sure he'd worked with him for two years now. But other than that the man was basically a

joker

. Not in the pejorative sense, but like in cards. The joker card could be anything.

Shawn still had no clue where his boss was. All he was told was to send an encrypted message for him to a specified address. The owner of that address would then be able to decrypt it and know his boss' location and information.

"He'll know what to do. If he's alive that is."

Is what the voice had said. Alive? Why would the person he was sending this message to be dead? This scared him. For a moment. Then he thought of the voice again. In the background he could hear someone other than snoop. Some deep breathing sound. The sound reminded him of

Darth Vader

's signature sound.

Shawn used to love the shit out of Vader. Wanted to be him when he grew up. In college or even high school he never thought once about wanting to be Vader. This is because he no longer wanted that. It was a mere childish desire. Fantasy. Would one day he look back at his current ambitions and feel the same way about it all? A childish fantasy?

This was what he surmised. By the time he was at death's door, he would think back to everything he'd wanted. And they'd all feel so silly.

But for now. He wanted what he wanted. And he wanted it damn now!