Dear Mr. Ira,
It is the request of one Akito Suvarta that you be present at the address on the enclosed blue index card on the 15th of April, 2005 Anno Domini. You are to clear your schedule for at least the week before and the week after. You are to bring one (1) sleeping bag, one (1) change of clothes, any hygienic items you wish to bring, two (2) weeks worth of MREs (to be obtained at the address given on the enclosed white index card), and, if you wish, one (1) flashlight, and one (1) book of your choice. You are not to bring any electronic equipment, any cellular phones or radios, or any means of audio or visual recording (no cameras, no tape recorders). You may not bring any other person(s) with you. You are to transport yourself alone. Upon your arrival, you will receive further instruction. If you are present at the specified location on the specified date, the sum of $300,000,000 USD will be transferred into an account for use by you or any person(s) of your choosing. If you are not present at the time and place specified, no money will be given, and there will be no further correspondence. You may tell your spouse of this offer, but no one else. We look forward to your visit.
-Iron Crutch corp.
Ardal Ira folded the letter and set it in the middle of the kitchen table. His wife reached for it, but she seemed loathe to touch it. She put her hand back in her lap. There was a long silence. Ardal broke it.
“So?” It came out as almost a whisper.
“I’ve never heard of the Iron Crutch corp.”
“Neither have I. They must be well-off.”
There was another long silence. Ardal took the letter and folded it into his pants pocket. His wife broke the silence this time.
“Are you going to go?”
“I don’t know. I suppose I have a month to decide.”
“Is there a number you can call to…I dunno, get some information on this?”
“Well, I mean…it’s three hundred million dollars. It’s not like we couldn’t use the money.”
“It’s not like we need that kind of money.” He paused. “Do you think I should go?”
“I don’t know…maybe. I’m not gonna say I wouldn’t like to have three hundred million dollars.”
“We don’t need that much money.”
“Then we can give some away if you want.”
Ardal rifled through his pocket and pulled out the blue index card. He leaned back against the wall, staring at the address on the card.
“So…what are you gonna do?” his wife asked.
Ardal sighed and put the card back in his pocket.
“I don’t know.”
Dear Mr. Ira,