I frown as I answer the blocked number. "Hello?"

"There is a traffic camera to your right. Do you see it?" A man's voice aks me. Ah man. I wasn't in a mood to get murdered today. 

"Yes." I watch as it turns away from me. Ok...this person definitely watches BBC's Sherlock. 

"Who is this? Mycroft Holmes, is that you?" The last question was laced with sarcasm as I put on a fake smile. 

A cuckle comes from the other end of the phone. "No, but I will admit that I took inspiration from him." 

"And let me guess, you want me to get into the car?" What? If I'm going to die anyways, I'm going out with a boat load of sass and sarcasm. 

"Yes actually." Right on cue, a black mini limousine  with the classic tinted windows pulls up. Yeah, totally not suspicious. But I oblige after sending Ed a quick S.O.S. text.

Time skip:

"So, what do you say Miss Kyle? Will you join me?" This man brings me here, somehow blackmails me with the fact that I killed my Dad, tells me about him planning to break out some inmates from Arkham, and yet he still has the audacity to pretend like I've got an option?

"Yes. When do I start?"