Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 159

I hit the sand and crumpled, the parachute covering me like a funeral shroud. The force of the landing knocked the wind out of me, and I was gasping for breath as I heard a car approaching the beach.

"Randolph!" I heard someone shouting in the distance. "Randolph! Are you okay?"

I could tell by the voice it was Russo. His concern was touching.

"Randolph, did you get my money?"

Ah, that's what he was concerned about.

I stuck my hand that was holding the briefcase out from under the parachute.

"Thank God!" Russo said, pulling the parachute off me...