Johnny Maverick- Revelations

'The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it' -Woodrow Wilson

'Hundreds of Billions of dollars are spent every year to control the public mind.' -Noam Chomsky 

'When you think about it, if you put Gak in any hole it becomes a pussy.' -Brandon Patrick 

"Ding Dong, the Danny's dead. I dropped him on his stupid head. Ding Dong, Danny Hall is deeeeeeead." Johnny sings to himself as he walks down the street, his Hoodie Ninja posse in tow. A few of them are serving as his camera crew as he is en route to the 'Mind Palace' AKA the Public Access TV Station he routinely breaks into to broadcast his Conspiracy Theories, Psychic Premonitions, and occasional flat-out insane ramblings.   

"You there!" Johnny declares loudly to a passerby. The passerby jumps in surprise, tossing their phone from the surprise of a stranger on the street shouting at him. Johnny catches it and tucks it in their shirt pocket. 

"Uh...Yes?" The individual asks. 

"Do you know why it's such a good day?" Johnny asks. 

"Uh...it's pretty nice out I guess?" He says. 

"No it isn't! You only believe it is because of the mind-altering flouride you've been consuming in the drinking water. No no no, today is a good day because I may never have to see Danny Hall again in my whole life. And do you know what else? I'm going to continue my winning streak. I'm going to beat RC Tucker." Johnny says. 

"I don't know who any of those people are. Can I got to work?" The man responds, confused. 

"I mean I guess so, but you should know that Fred is totally gonna fire you today." Johnny says. 

"What?!" He responds but Johnny has already walked away. Johnny kicks open the door to the Public Access TV station, not having prepared a broadcast but sure he'd think of something. 

"Are you Johnathan Fitzsimmons? " A man in a black suit, red tie, and red sunglasses asks, stopping Johnny and his Hoodie Ninja camera crew as he walks into a building. The man is quite overweight. 

"Well I'm not several ferrets in a man costume." Johnny responds. He leans in and grabs the mans tie, getting right up in his face. 

"Or am I?" Johnny says. The tie comes off and Johnny backs away. 

"Seriously dude? A clip-on? Bad form." Johnny says. He tosses the tie in the garbage. The man quickly grabs it out of the garbage and clips it back onto his neck. 

"I've been trying to reach you for some time." The man says. 

"Look, I get it. The government sent you to kill me. That's clear enough. I only ask that we go to Universal Studios Florida beforehand. I know it's run by the Illuminati but I could sure use a few Butter Beers in Hogsmeade before you splatter my brains all over the pavement." Johnny says.  

"They have a Simpsons area now too. They have their own special brew of beer that they sell as Duff Beer." The mysterious man in the suit says. 

"That sounds incredible." Johnny says. 

"It is, but I'm not taking you to Universal Studios." The Mystery Man responds. 

"Probably a safe bet. I was going to break into the secret room behind Ollivanders where-"  

"Where they keep the real magic wands. From there you'd use it to gain access to the secret menagerie where they've genetically engineered actual Hippogriffs and ride one to safety, firing magical blasts at government agents to aid in your escape. I know this escape plan, Johnathan. It was my idea." The Man says. A look of confusion crosses Johnny's face that shifts into sudden realization. 

"You're Mr. Fixit? You worked with my Dad before he died. He mentions you in his notes." Johnny says. 

"Yes, and I'm sure he'd be proud to see you carrying on his work, but as it stands you are working with outdated information. All you have is his notebook, yes?" Mr. Fixit says. Johnny nods. He opens his messenger bag and takes out the notebook which was falling apart. It was full of insane scribblings and writing.  

"He wrote it all down. The Illuminati. The Lizard People. Chemtrails. The Government Conspiracy to get a mutated pig anus elected President... Which by the way, was that literal or is-" Johnny asks. 

"Yes, Donald Trump is literally a sentient mutant pig anus." Fixit interrupts. 

"I KNEW it." Johnny says. 

"I had an associate leave you that notebook as the first part of your inheritance from your father. The rest of it was only supposed to be given to you when you were ready and...well I think you're ready." Fixit says. He hands Johnny a briefcase. Johnny takes it, noting how heavy it was. He sets it on the counter. 

"He didn't give me a combination." Fixit says. 

"I know it. The inside cover of the first notebook is a cryptograph puzzle that gives you six digits. I never knew what it was for until now." Johnny says. He uses the combination to open the briefcase. Fixit looks impressed.

"Well then. Be seeing you, Johnathan. Those should keep you busy for a while. I'll be in touch." Fixit says before leaving. Johnny looks inside the open briefcase to find five notebooks, each with a different color cover. Johnny takes them out and flips through the pages. He is both excited to have access to this new information but also dreading having to decode most of it. His mind then drifts elsewhere. Specifically to the thought of how heavy this briefcase was. He snaps his fingers and his Hoodie Ninjas surround him so he can examine the case in privacy, but the cameraman Hoodie Ninja is in the fray, his camera pointed directly at Johnny still. Johnny feels around inside the case a bit before finding the handle to pull that releases the false bottom of the briefcase. 

"Well...I'm definitely going to Universal Studios now." Johnny says, looking at the neatly arranged bundles of money. Johnny looks directly at the camera.
 

"Yeah, you should probably turn that o-" Johnny says before we cut out.