Exactly twelve o'clock midnight. A mysterious big black van was parked in front of an abandoned building which was overwhelmingly ominous. Two men jumped out of the vehicle. One was dressed in the blue jumpsuit and gold coloured duck mask and the other in a long and warm black trench coat. Two other men who were also dressed in the same blue attire, were already waiting for them to lead them inside the building.
"Boss is waiting for you!" One of the men said. "I'm already here , now show me where he is. I've got the valuables," the man in the trench coat said in a thick British accent. He snapped his fingers to signal the men to unload the van. He was then soon lead to where his boss was with the "valuables" being carried using a steel trolley behind him.
They arrived at a large hall that had a lonely naked light bulb as the only source of light which was surprisingly bright. Already in there, was a man who was dressed in a blue suit. His seriously greased jet black hair shined under the light bulb and was neatly combed back. He appeared to be in his mid forties judging by the even streaks of wrinkles on his bronze complexion, on the face. He was seated dramatically like a boss in a big leather armchair in the middle of the room. His hands were clasped together and were supporting his chin as he anticipated to see what was inside that big wooden box being brought to him.
"Don't waste my time any further Martin Honeywell," The man in the chair said dryly with a hint of threat in his tone. "You're right Sir Dante, here it is....Open it up gentlemen," Martin gestured for the jumpsuit men to open the box.
Sir Dante took his time as he walked slowly to where the box was. Pretty ironic for a guy who had just warned of his time being wasted. A disgusted look was evident on Sir Dante's face the second he laid his eyes on the contents inside the box.
"Martin, Martin, Martin," Sir Dante said his name thrice in a more threatening tone. "Yes Sir Dante," Martin replied all so confident. "Why are you bringing me plastic organs," Sir Dante pointed to the human organs almost completely covered by dry ice. "Sir, these are real and fresh valuables. They were harvested from the bodies just thirty minutes ago, you can even see blood..."
"Gloves!" Sir Dante ordered. Out of the blue came another jumpsuit guy who handed a pair of industrial gloves to Sir Dante. After wearing them, he reached for the box and took out what looked like a human kidney. He took out a cigarette lighter from his pocket and lighted the thing in his hand. The organ melted instantly upon contact with the flames and a putrid stench of burnt plastic soon filled the whole place.
"I bet the rest of these organs are also plastic!" Sir Dante hissed in anger. "Sir...Sir... I swear... I honestly don't know how that happened...Sir" kneeling down, "believe me Dante..." "That's Sir Dante to you," "sorry Sir Dante. Please believe me ..." Martin was punched hard on the face by Sir Dante who still had the gloves on. He did that a couple more times until he eventually became tired. Martin was by then put in place by the jumpsuit men.
Martin earned himself fine black eyes and a pretty neat bloody and broken nose. His face seemed as if he was mauled by a very angry chimpanzee. Sir Dante was then beyond angry. He then took of his jacket and gave it to one of the jumpsuit men.
Using both of his hands he grabbed Martin's neck and started choking him. "Do you know we are about to loose fifty million dollars because of your stupidity! Who were you trying to con either way!" Sir Dante said.
"Sir... you are.... killing....me!"
"That's the point!"
"Sir ... I'll... make...it...up"
Squeezing his throat even tighter, "And how are you... wait, maybe you might be on to something," He released his tight grip from Martin's neck.
Martin was left coughing violently as Sir Dante went to his chair. He opened a compartment which was in one of the chair's arm. He then took out the sheath of a knife.
