"I know where you got your shoes." The man said in a thick southern accent as he came up close to me. "Oh yeah?" I challenged as i stuck my hands in my pockets to make sure he wasn't trying to pickpocket me. "on yo feet!" he laughed as he then offered to shine my shoes for me. I agreed and gave him five bucks. I then walked away.
My eyes furtively darted around glaring at everyone I passed. I was not going to be taken by surprise this time! I walked through the narrow streets quickly. I couldn't find the store I was told about so I left the French Quarter. I ran back to my seedy hotel room.I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. Now what? I did exactly as he said but there was no CD shop! How am I supposed to find that microchip now? I jumped up in a flip as two big men burst into my room. "You DO NOT want mess with me right now!"