Slowly, I woke with a splitting headache. Groggily, I looked around the semi dark room I was locked in. It appeared to be a broom closet from the looks of it. Rolling onto my back, I rubbed at my face, trying to ease the pounding in my head.
Why the hell was I here? Had I pissed someone off with my refusal to play the Village People? As I struggled to come up with a reason, the door opened.
"Call him," A rough voice said, tossing a flip phone onto my chest.
"Call who?" I asked in a rather bitchy tone. I was rewarded with a swift kick to the shoulder.
"Mother fucker!" I swore, rolling away.
"Call the radio demon." The man said, "Tell him John Mason wants compensation for his destroyed warehouse."
"And you can't call him your damn self because...?" I spat, picking up the phone and rolling out of the way again to avoid another kick to the shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I punched in Alastor's number and put the phone to my ear. He picked up on the first ring.
"Um, Alastor?" I said into the speaker as I looked up at the man standing over me. It was the same jack ass that knocked me out, "John Mason wants compensation for his destroyed warehouse." Alastor swore in the most ungentlemanly fashion possible.
"Tell whoever is standing there I'll meet them at the usual spot in an hour." He said. Sighing, I rubbed my eyes and relayed the message. This game of telephone was really annoying. Seemingly satisfied, the jackass snatched the phone from me, snapping it shut. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Fuck you too," I said to no one in particular.
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