Time heals all wounds. Unless those wounds are untreated gun shot wounds.Which is the problem that Jeph has. You see Jeph is not the hero of this
story, but his brother holding the loaded pistol to his back is. Jeph's brother is also the one that shot him. Kris is Jeph's brothers name. Confused yet? Cause frankly this is a confusing story and doesn't even start
here. What you just read was the ending.
Jeph wasn't a man to find trouble but Jeph couldn't help but attract trouble and unwanted attention. Many blamed it on his lack of a father figure growing up, or the fact that he had lived in the large shadow cast by
his older brother Kris. You see Kris was the kind of guy that was able to succeed in just about everything almost without even trying. After a short stint in rehab for a manic cocaine addiction Jeph decided to try and turn his life around. Jeph moved into a small efficiency in Northern Philadelphia, and got a job working as a short order cook. After his ninety day review Jeph was offered health benefits at his job and he started going
out with one of the waitresses. Things really seemed to start looking up for Jeph.
One night after a rather unpleasant day at work Jeph decided to go have a drink with a few coworkers. They had a good time drinking and complaining about work and then around one it seemed like a good time to call it a night. Jeph lived in downtown Philadelphia so he didn't see the need to buy a car, he walked everywhere and occasionally took the bus. Like any other night Jeph started home however this time he was a little drunk. Jeph was getting tired and decided to take a shortcut through a back ally. The ally smelled like old urine with the slight odor of fresh wet garbage from the fast food chain. A couple of homeless men were standing around the fire chit chatting about who they were in past lives, what wars they fought in, and
how much they made for the day almost completely ignoring Jeph as he walked by. But there was one man, a man who looked vaguely familiar, that noticed
Jeph and asked him if he needed anything.
Immediately the thought crossed Jeph's mind 'I could really use a little coke.' But he resisted the urge. “No Thanks.” Jeph replied. But the persistent peddler had a different offer in mind. He spoke of money and
women and the kind of power that his profession had given him. This intrigued Jeph who was always looking for the quick cut to getting what he wanted in life. All Jeph would have to do is take product to different areas
in Philadelphia, like a pizza delivery man only with a slightly different product.
Even though he was quite nervous at the start of this new business venture Jeph began settling in and much like a pizza delivery he started offering
'30 minutes or less' guarantees. The money was more then enough to cover all of Jeph's needs and his now part time job was a good enough cover for him to
justify his new expenses.
One day his boss called him to pick up the product and deliver it to a new client. After a few months on the job Jeph was just about used to anything and felt as though he had seen it all. From junkies in allies to elites in Langhorn, Jeph had seen and delivered to just about everyone. The only thing Jeph had not expected to meet was a DEA agent, in fact one of the best DEA agents in all of Philadelphia, his brother Kris. After knocking at the door Jeph was welcomed into the fleabag hotel by what looked like a slightly worked over prostitute, but she didn't have the meth scabs, or the coke nose, or even the pill popped blank stare. No she looked like an average looking woman which was strange for someone in her selected career field.
After she finally got Jeph to admit to what all he had brought over and what the price would be for the merchandise, Kris came storming into the
room. This brought about quite a surprise to both brothers as they stare down one another in a sad moment of realization. Jeph makes a move for the
door but as he does Kris pulls the trigger hitting Jeph in the upper thigh. Kriss and his partner the prostitute decided to wait about fifteen minutes to call in the apprehension and the medical staff.
Jeph could here the faint sound of sirens coming the distance. The thought of running was still on his mind but the bullet lodged in his leg had other ideas.
As the ambulance pulled up Kris motioned and they walked towards the door. As the emt approached Jeph used what strength he had left Jeph spun around, grabbed kirs's gun and made his way for the driver's aide door of the ambulance.
The ride was mot enjoyable and he knew that we would have to find a new vehicle. A stolen ambulance sticks out like a cat at a dog show. He made a quick turn down a side street and jumped out.
