Argentina, 17 Years Later.
"So sorry Professor Arnold, just a tiny bit more" a man said as he took a bag off the man's head and started peeling off the tape from his mouth.
"Oh for god's sake just rip it off" The Professor replied.
"I am under very strict instructions not to hurt you sir." Said the man
"Look you've made a mistake, i'm a university lecturer, I've got no money!" Said The Professor
"This isn't about money, our boss just wants to talk to you" he said
"Am I meant to find that reassuring?" Said the professor
"He'll be here soon. He'll explain. Do you like whiskey? Red, get the '62 Dalmore." Said the man
The professor looked impressed, one could say he probably enjoyed that type of whiskey.
"Honestly this whiskey, it's amazing, you will shit." Said the man, trying to calm the professor.
When all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door, the man got up, and slowly walked towards it whilst getting a gun out ready. When he opened the door, he saw a man, dressed in a baige colour suit. It was James
"I suppose asking to borrow a cup of sugar's a step too far." Said James at the door. They both pulled out guns and started to fight, keep in mind, there were 3 other men inside with the professor, 2 guarding and 1 that went to get the whiskey. But James had killed all 3 men on his own.
"Professor Arnold, I'm here to take you home" James said and waited for the man with the whiskey, when he arrived James shot him and before he could fall, took the whiskey from the tray.
"1962 Dalmore, it'd be a sin to spill any, don't you think." He said as he took a sip.
When there was another knock at the door, James walked towards the door and he ended up being sliced in half by a woman behind him, she ran infront of him and took the glass of whiskey from his hand. Something strange about her is that her feet were blades! She placed down the whiskey and ran upstairs. She came back holding a pile of towels. She needed to cover the dead bodies.
"Can you hold these? Please?" She said to the professor who held is arms up to show her he was chained up to a seat. But she easily kicked them with her feet and broke the chains. The professor then did as she asked and held the towels, throwing them at her everytime she needed one, Professor Arnold looked traumatised by all this as you can imagine he would be.
"Thank you" she said as she went to open the door.
She picked up the whiskey and as she opened the door she handed to the person.
"Everything is clean" she said to the person.
It was an African - American man (not as if that made a difference to his character of course) wearing a coat, hat, and a pair of clear frame glasses.
"My kind of welcome" he said as he took the whiskey from the girl and drank it.
"No Stomach for violence. I mean literally, I see one drop of blood, that is me done. I'm like... Projectile. Listen I'm so sorry you had to witness all this unpleasantness, due to our uninvited guest. But trust me, by the time I've found out who he works for, you and I, will be the best of friends.
