Otto Vandersloot

The day started with the loud, ferocious barking of Otto's German Shepard Bruno. Bruno was a massive dog and he was on his hind legs at the door of Otto's apartment, barking constantly and fiercely at the old Korean couple yelling at each other in the hallway. "Brunooooo, shut the hell up!", screamed Otto as he rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head.

Otto becomes irritated very easily and spends much of his time being mad about something. The phone rang, adding to Otto's irritation, he moaned loudly and jumped angrily out of bed to answer the phone. "What?", he said in a very unfriendly tone. "Is this Otto Vandersloot?", asked a deep and firm voice on the other end. "Who wants to know?", Otto replied promptly. "This is detective Ross Anderson from the police department, I need to ask you some questions." "Great", Otto mumbled sarcastically, "what's this about anyway?" "Your brother, Arnold Vandersloot, just escaped from prison and his whereabouts are currently unknown. Perhaps you have some information to share with me about your brother.", said the detective in a very accusatory manner. "Look, I haven't even talked to Arnold since he dropped out of high school and moved out, you probably know more about him than I do.", lied Otto, "You're talking to the wrong guy on this one, I can't help you." Otto had always been very close to his brother, and would never betray him especially when the police were involved; Otto hated the police with a passion. "Well if anything comes up, I need you to let me know immediately. My number is 215-842-1918, okay can you do that for me?", said the detective. Otto mimicked the detectives number back and pretended to write it down. "Okay got it, see you later.", Otto said and hung up.

Otto actually became somewhat excited at this news of his brothers escape. He hadn't seen him in about 5 years. Otto thought about the days when he and his brother ruled the motorcycle gang world; those were the best days of Otto's life. He loved the feeling of freedom and power that being in a motorcycle gang brought him. He stiil had his Harly-Davidson and still rode around with his gang from time to time, but it just wasn't the same as it used to be when his brother was around.

Otto put on his boots and walked Bruno outside to let him roam during the day. He decided to hop on his Harley and ride down to the pawn shop to open it up even though it rarely did business. Otto made most of his money through illegal drug sales and laundered the money though his pawn shop. As Otto walked into his pawn shop, he noticed the foul smell of raw sewage; this pissed Otto off. He spent most of the rest of the day in his shop alone, staying out of the hot smelly mugginess and playing darts.