"Ouch, can you let me go?"
They pushed me inside then tied me up in my own rolling chair. Same old same old. Another day in an underground doctor's life.
"If you want to know something, I'm not the person you can rely on."
"Where's the jasmine?"
Another black suit guy entered. He's definitely the boss here. Aside from the fact the he wears sunglasses, he also looks richer than them.
"I don't even know who she is."
Then he slapped me.
"Don't make me laugh, doc."
"I mean, if I know her, I don't think I'll be single."
One of them chuckled and held it back when the shades guy glared at him.
It's okay to mock during these times. They can't kill me, they're aware of the principles here. They just try to scare me, which I don't buy.
The only thing mockery can buy is time. I silently reached for the scalpel under this chair to cut my ties. I learned this trick for the third time I was tied in my own chair.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know."
"You!"
Before he could land his fist, I break free from the rope, stood back, and grabbed the gun from my waist.
"Hmm, a beautiful gun."
"Well, thanks."
"Your father gave you that?"
"No."
He's weird. Did he check my background? I have never told anybody about my father.
Though this gun is indeed beautiful. It's a silver semi-automatic pistol with a wood-coated grip. Engraved on it are the initials 'SS'. A tall mafia guy patient gave me this as a gift. He told me that I should at least have a gun, not only scalpel.
"Guys, ready your arms." Shades commanded.
All men raised their machine guns. Now I'm nervous. What can my handgun do for me?
"I told you, I don't know her."
"Drop it!"
Men in baggy clothes stood behind the men in suit. Oh yeah, the Rose.
"Hey, doc. You better run now."
"Thanks, guys. I owe you one."
"Don't count this. Go!"
I ran towards the door but shades pointed his gun at me. "Stop." Then he was shot at his shoulder, making him let go of the gun.
"Thanks!" I rushed outside. As soon as I left the clinic, shots started firing. I looked back, hoping no one dies.
"Young master!"
I bumped into a guy in mint green long sleeves, black necktie and black slacks. He pulled my hand and we both ran towards the metallic black limousine.
He opened the door for me and ran towards the driver's seat. The car started moving when I realized who I'm facing right now. I am sitting in front of a person I almost forgot existed.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. What are you doing here, dad?"
