NAME: Banzai Bungu
OCCUPATION: Student
SECTION: Tail End
SURVIVAL SKILL: College Athlete (Rugby) and did Boy Scouts for a few years.
MAGICAL SKILL: none
REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Making a quote get away after committing an unforgivable crime. Murder.
PERSONAL ITEM: wired headphones
PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: whoever is easier to fit in with but leaning towards Science
BIOGRAPHY:
tw: death, murder, blood, and guns
Banzai bought the first ticket he could find that got him as far away as possible. Well within his budget - he could get to London. It would have to do.
Everything had gone to plan? Right? RIGHT?!
It had taken weeks of planning. Nearly the whole summer to get everything right. Banzai wasn’t a medical student himself but the medical school neighbored the business college. This medical convention in Miami at the end of summer was all the rage; probably because the damn company hosting the event funneled money into the school.
Handing out money to an institution where half the bottom feeders would end up working.
Nevertheless Banzai needed to go - so the plan started.
Pick a med student to impersonate.
Learn the convention schedule.
Figure out who sold what.
Gain access.
Banzai did just that - hotel booked in the blocked off rooms at a five star Miami Hotel he blended in with the other students. Grabbed the name tag of who he said he was; Gilbert Hyana and he blended in.
Seminar after seminar. Event after event. Banzai found his target. The Trikafta sales team. A popular drug used for one specific disease. Paul Henderson was the lead associate and Banzai of course knew that. All that research. The goal was to become a prospect for the team - he knew they were looking. This event was a smorgasbord of new Big Pharma initiates.
Like a moth to a flame Banzai…well Gilbert was in. Hell Paul was ready to hire Gilbert right then and there. Hand over a wagon of pills and send him on his way.
Banzai was counting on this.
As the final gala of the convention came to an end Banzai accompanied Paul back to his room - sign some documents to join the team.
The hotel room was a Trikafta honey pot. Merch stacked high and boxes of pills 300 count a box stacked higher.
As the door clicked shut behind them Banzai slowly pulled a loaded pistol from the back of his belt line. Held it at eye level and fired two shots into the side of Paul’s head.
The body fell and blood began to pool. Banzai wiped the pistol grip with his suit jacket lapel and placed it next to Paul’s hand.
Grabbing as many boxes as he could, Banzai fled.
Unboxing and reboxing all of the pill bottles he toted 3 large boxes to the pack and ship in the back of a busy Miami corner store.
Addressed to: Ed Bungu - Chicago Illinois
See Banzai had a younger brother Ed who suffered from Cystic Fibrosis. Suffered so much he only had one and a half lungs left. Trikafta was the only medicine on the market that made a difference. Even with insurance it cost the Bungu family $300,000 a year to pay for this little tiny pills plus all his treatments.
Fuck Big Pharma and all they took from him and his family. They won’t miss Paul they have 700 others waiting for an opportunity and they certainly won’t miss a couple hundred thousand pills..
Maybe Banzai can lay low in London for a while…
