The smell in air was that of mold and dirty rags. I could see only an outline of what seem like a large man, but I wasn’t sure. My eyes were struggling to adjust to the darkness. Unable to talk with what smell like a filthy sock stuff in my mouth. As my eyes adjusted to small amount light coming from a window from above, I made out the silhouette, it was actually two men, one stand partially behind the other. I was feeling a little fuzzy, which brought on anxiety, I had let guard down and had been drugged. I attempted to move but realized my hands were bound behind me, but feet were free and chair my captive had sat me in was flimsy, meaning these guys were amateurs which meant I had good chance of getting out of this bad situation. My anxiety quickly turned to anger, how could I be so careless. I never drink or eat anything that I haven’t prepared myself when I’m on a mission but my trust in a old friend had brought me to this moment. “ Anjali, I see you are still among the living” a familiar gruffly voice said with laugh. It was Vance Richardson the accountant I was paid to kill. He walk up from behind me and place large fatty hands on both my shoulders, pressing downward in a show dominance over me. He lean over to whisper in my left ear. I could smell the whiskey and the stench of a cheap cigar on his hot breath. “ look like your friend prefers money over friendship. This confirmed my what gut told me, Ross had betrayed me for healthy pay check, but why didn’t he just kill me, I guess the fat man wanted the pleasure of doing that himself or torturing me before hand. I heard a click and the room instantly lit up. We were in a large shower, I assumed because of the lockers outside of shower entryway. A tall white man with dressed in cheap oversized black suit and tie, looking more like a used car salesman step in front of me a towel a moment later a second man step in veiw. He was a slim white guy with black suit looking like a young Don Knotts, he held large bucket of water.

I began laughing at the site of these two, their statue reminded me of Gomer Pyle and Barney Fife from the Andy Griffith show. The smaller man asked what’s so dam funny dead woman. “what you going to do, shoot me Barney, the expression on his face let me know he had heard this before. He slapped me with his bag hand. “ I never seen that side of you Barney” I said with a laugh. “Enough, I need her to tell me who put the contract on my life” Vance said in demanding voice. The Barney Fife looking man step back trying to look intimidating. Vance step between the men and me, “this here is a highly skilled assassin” I need you’ll to stay focus at all times”.