That Briefcase

That briefcase. That briefcase. That one briefase which could destroy everything in one click. That one briefcase sitting right in front of me. And here I am sitting helplessly as he tries to pry the lock open. Sitting as if I don't know what it holds, sitting as if I have never seen it before. My blood runs cold as I hear a click from the lock on it. I turn my head away expecting the worst but the room stays silent. Silent and still. Curiosity got the better of me causing me to turn back and take a look. There was nothing in there. Nothing but a note. A note saying 'You're Next'