I'm a spy, for hire. Also a hitman for hire. A client sent me to a party, to help gain information on a competitor. So here I am, slipping away unnoticed, up into an office room. Mr. Matthews' office. That's what the door said, he's a simple businessman and successful. Doesn't seem dangerous but you never know. I went through his stuff, downloading all information whilst I cracked his safe.
Got the money, got the flash drive, got out the window. I dropped everything off at a location, went to the store and bought me some beer. Drunk it when I got home and went to bed, 2:47 am that's good timing. At what seems to be 5 am maybe two weeks later I woke up strapped to a pole in just my boxers, it's still dark out considering it's winter. I assessed my situation.
Even if I did get free someone is watching. "Mr. Parker, I would like to have a word." Okay he looks dangerous, but he's obviously not the boss of this operation. A simple lapdog. I glared at him and said nothing. "Ah so you wanna do this the hard way, okay. Where's the money?" I ignored him, got hit. This went on for a minute, ain't this a bitch. "Rick, that's enough."
