บท 3: Chapter 3: break in
Robby's POV
Another two days had dragged by, and here I was, sitting in an ugly 1993 Dodge Caravan, the kind of vehicle you'd expect to see in a low-budget horror movie. I had stolen it from Russo, though he probably hadn't even noticed yet. i was dressed in black jeans, a black hoodie, and wore a cap that screamed "Mother Trucker (if you know, you know).
I had parked a few buildings down from the Cobra Kai dojo, close enough to have a clear view of the entrance but far enough to avoid drawing attention. The students were starting to file out after their evening training, talking in low voices, their faces flushed with exertion.
In the original timeline, Robby had stolen this exact car from the same dealership, and I knew it would take at least a week before anyone noticed it was missing. Even when they did, I had been thorough—I removed the GPS tracker, ensuring that no one could trace me back to it. It was a small comfort, knowing I had bought myself some time.
While the car was ugly and had an unpleasant scent, it was still better than sleeping on the ground surrounded by crazy drug addicts and the mentally insane.
The media hadn't done me any favors either. My face was plastered all over town, on every news channel, every social media feed. Even among the homeless, I was easily recognized, and the fear of being caught made every moment on the streets feel like a gamble. I couldn't even walk into a store to buy a bottle of water without feeling like I was seconds away from being arrested. Life on the run was wearing me down, slowly but surely.
To make matters worse, I was completely broke. Not a dime to my name. That was one of the reasons I had found myself here, staking out the dojo.
I knew Robby's father had money hidden away in his office, under the floor. And since he no longer owned the building or the dojo, it only made sense that it should go to me as his next of kin.
Of course, this was assuming Kreese hadn't taken it for himself. But considering how quickly he took over, it was doubtful he'd have found it, at least not before he started renovating the place.
While I knew the money wouldn't be much—definitely not enough to hire a decent lawyer—that wasn't my main objective. The cash was secondary. The real reason I was here was that it gave me a legitimate excuse to approach Kreese.
Kreese always had a soft spot for Johnny, and now, by extension, for me. If I played my cards right, I might be able to get on his good side. Perhaps he could even be convinced to reach out to Silver earlier than planned, and with that, I could avoid juvie or, worse.
If not... well, there's always LaPusssy. I've survived far worse places for longer than juvie filled with wannabe gangsters.
Hours ticked by as I sat in the car, the boredom creeping in like a slow poison. I fiddled with the radio, but every station seemed to be stuck on the same story—the school incident. It was as if the world couldn't move on from it, constantly replaying the same footage, interviewing the same people, discussing it as if it were some great tragedy.
You'd think I was the one who shot up the place.
I felt no guilt or pity toward the boy, as it was none of my doing. I also knew Miguel would be fine, so I didn't waste much time on that thought. However, I couldn't help but get a bit annoyed at the timing of my arrival.
What really got under my skin was the memory of why all this had happened. It was infuriating to think that this chaos erupted over a chubby, annoying, whiny, clingy, privileged, self-righteous, talks-too-much, overdramatic, ugly, rash, jumps-to-conclusions, annoying, selfish, gives-up-easy, rude, inconsiderate, bossy... brat.
Having a few words with her in the future should be interesting, I thought to myself, chuckling. No matter what, I'd been given a second chance, and I would use it fully. Maybe I should...
"Finally!" I almost shouted when I saw Kreese step out of the dojo.
I watched him leave, giving it a few minutes to make sure he was really gone, before jumping out of the car and making my way toward the dojo. My heart was pounding, a mix of adrenaline and anticipation.
When I reached the entrance, I tried the door. As expected, it was locked, but I was ready for that. Kreese might have changed the locks, but the quality remained the same—cheap and easy to pick.
I pulled two paperclips from my back pocket and began working on the lock. I had done this countless times before in my previous life, and it seemed that Robby had some experience too, though it paled in comparison to mine.
Click.
The lock gave way after only 30 seconds. I slipped inside, making sure the door closed silently behind me. The dojo was eerily quiet, the only sound my own breathing. It looked better than I had expected, considering Robby's memories and what I recalled from the show. Kreese had put his own touch on the place, no doubt about that.
But I didn't have time to admire the decor. I made my way to the office, which Kreese had wasted no time redecorating. The space was a shrine to his past—pictures of him in the Army, Cobra Kai logos on the walls, and a giant American flag behind the desk. Several thick cigarette packs lay scattered on the desk, a reminder of Kreese's vices.
I started by rummaging through the shelves and drawers, hoping to find something of use. Maybe there was some information, some leverage I could use in the future, but I came up empty.
Frustrated but not surprised, I moved to the middle of the room and pulled up the carpet. I began inspecting the floorboards, looking for anything that seemed out of place. It didn't take long before I found what I was looking for. I remembered from the show that Johnny had hidden something here...
"Found it," I muttered to myself.
I hit a small section of the floor, and a plank popped up, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was a small jar with a thick envelope tucked inside. I didn't need to open it to know what was inside, but curiosity got the better of me.
I unscrewed the jar and pulled out the envelope. Inside, as I had suspected, were several thousand dollars. Far more than the few hundred I had expected. I didn't bother counting it, not yet. I returned the money to the envelope and placed it back in the jar.
Just as I was about to put everything back...
"What do you have there, son?"
I spun around, heart racing, to face Kreese. His voice was unmistakable, and the realization that he had snuck up on me sent a chill down my spine.
How did he...? I stared at Kreese in shock, trying to comprehend how he had managed to approach without me noticing.
My original plan was to talk to him, to convince him to help me, but I had intended to do so on my own terms. I had kept an eye on the door, strained to hear every little sound, but somehow, Kreese had gotten the drop on me.
This wasn't my first time breaking into a place, far from it. I had done this kind of thing more times than I could count, and never—never—had anyone managed to sneak up on me.
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