It's five thirty in the afternoon, I'm sitting outside Jumping Jack waiting for my package. I've got my rental, a low key prius, I'm wearing my mask with voice modifier, black hoodie and jeans. I have loaded up almost all of my weapons, my pistol tucked into the back of my jeans, my sniper rifle in the trunk in it's stealth case, and my knife tucked into my pocket on the right side. I'm ready for this, I've been ready for weeks.

I left Katy's apartment early this morning, she was curled up just like a kitten purring in her dreams. My first mission was to make sure I had everything I needed for tonight. Next down my list of dirty deeds was to get my bank accounts in order. I made a facetime appointment with my offshore accountant.

"Hey! Ethan! What can I do for you today?" He asks.

"I need you to take my funds from my chequing account and automatically transfer whatever goes is in it or goes into it out, and place it in the "only me"account." Which is my offshore account.

"I can set that up, you expecting something?"

"Yeah ...a lot!" I reply smiling to myself.

"Alright man, I'll get that done. Anything else?"

"Yes, I want you to add someone to that account. Her name is Katy Harlow, I will send you her information. She is to have full access without any hassle."

"Uhhh, you getting married or something?"

"What? No man, well, I don't know, not yet, anyways, don't ask me stupid questions!."

He laughs at me. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that, thought you worked alone. Alright man I got you covered. It will cost you five grand."

"Whatever it takes. You can grab it from the interest in my account."

"Sounds good!"

"Talk soon." I hang up and text him Katy's information I snatched from her wallet this morning.

With that settled, I head to budget to get my car. I walk to the parking lot and click the fob key until I hear the sound of my rental honking at me. To my left a black Prius beeps. I roll my eyes, why is it always a Prius?

I hop in the driver's seat and make my way back to my apartment to pack up my shit. It's 2pm now, time to head to the drop off location. But on my way I get a call.

"Hey! It's Reagan, your package is delayed. I want you to head there and wait, it may be a couple hours."

"Alright." I hang up.

I get to the location and find a place to park out of sight and wait. I've texted Katy a few times now but haven't gotten a response in hours. Her last text was at 9am saying she was out for a jog. It's not like her to not respond to me, but maybe she is just busy. I talk myself out of my worry and focus on the job at hand while periodically checking my phone.

5pm another call comes in.

"Drop off in thirty minutes." Reagan says then drops the call.

This brings me to where I am now, as the minute turns 530pm they appear from around the corner in a black Cadillac. They park in front of my car and I step out of the drivers side. There are three men two in the front and one in the back. They get out of the car and stand beside it.

"Hey. Sorry we're late, our package has been difficult to attain. We had to sedate them. Come help me with this." the driver says. Each man is fully armed, wearing black hoodies and black pants. Sunglasses covered their eyes, and one man had a swollen bruised face. Looks as if the package was a lot more trouble than they thought.

I walk towards them and turn on my voice modifier, I don't need these dumb fucks knowing any part of me. I come around to the back seat and they open the door. I see a woman sprawled out on the leather seat. She is bound, wearing a black oversized shirt and black sweatpants, her head was covered in a thick black hood with a gag tied around it so she can't take it off or scream. I stare at my package for a minute, a sick feeling comes over me. I don't understand it, I've done this a few times before and it has never bothered me. Let's get this fucking over with. I think.

"You need help with this?" the driver asks me.

"No, I'll take it from here!." I snap, unintentionally. He backs up slightly at my reaction. There's nothing wrong with putting a little fear in their minds.

I pick up my package easily, throwing her over my shoulder and make my leave.

"See you around." they say and leave the area quickly.

I take my package into Jumping Jack building. There is a large rusty metal door that leads into the basement area. I open it and step through into the building.

Now there are things in this world that can depict what nightmares are made of perfectly. This place is what houses those nightmares. Everything in the building was rusted different shades of red or black. The floors were dirty, puddle ridden, and decaying. The walls were covered in anti-religious graffiti and cuss words, there are metal framing beams that drip red rust onto the floor. As for light, there were a few windows that carried the sun through them but they didn't reach every part of the building leaving some corners and rooms pitch black. Those are places where I picture the zombies from the walking dead living.

I quietly walk my package to our destination, down some old rickety stairs to a place that was set up for me. There was a chain hanging from a beam just below the ceiling and a chair beside it. This is really messed up, the fact that I have to sit here with my human parcel in a place like this makes me rethink the situation I put myself in. 1.2 million I keep thinking. Fuck my life.

I place her on the floor below the chain and attach it to her hand cuffs linked to her wrists around her back. She is out cold, only long shallow breaths escape her. I take my seat beside her and make the call.

"Hey, it's Jo, we're here and she chained."

"Good, I'll transfer the money now." Reagan says.

I hold my phone out and login in to my bank account, within a few minutes I have six hundred thousand dollars sitting there waiting for me. I wait a few more seconds and refresh the app. The money disappears. I hold the phone back up to my ear.

"Should be all settled. Our buyer will be there at 4am. Be ready, be armed."

"K." I reply and hang up.

I check the time, 10pm,I sit back and let out a long sigh leaning against the back of the chair looking at my parcel. I have to force myself not to get too curious about her. Distracting myself would be a wise idea. I open my text messages in hopes to see Katy Kat on there. But nothing, something is not right, I can feel it in my gut.

Where could she be? Did I do something wrong? Is she ignoring me or did something happen? It's driving me crazy. Part of me just wants to leave this girl here and run to Katy's apartment to check up on her. But I would get killed for doing something like that. So I sit and wait.

Four hours go by, with no word from Katy and no signs of my package rousing. Frustration is taking over my mind, waiting like this is angering me inside. I hate my package right now, I've been seething over her for the last hour. I know it's not her fault but she is keeping me from Katy.

A call comes in.

"Hey it's Reagan, our buyer is...well...not with us anymore. I need you to stay with the package longer. I will pick it up myself. I should be there by 10am tomorrow morning."

Fuck. I curse under my breath.

"Alright man, whatever you need. I want compensation for this though. Time is money my friend." I reply.

"We have already transferred an extra two hundred thousand. See you soon."

I hang up. "Shit." I curse.

I begin to pace, obsessively calling Katy's phone and texting her. Checking my messages every two minutes in hopes of something, even a notification that she has read at least one message. But nothing. Something is very wrong, I'm going insane over it. I am interrupted by a soft groan to my left. My package is waking up.

"Fuck sake!!, not now!!" I think.

I watch her body twitch on its side as she comes to. She raises her cloaked head and begins to panic. Realizing she is now chained up and still in the horrible position she was in before she got here. She starts to scream for help.

"Somebody please! Help!" but her screams are muffled through her gag.

"No one can hear you so I wouldn't waste your energy. Please be quiet." I respond through my voice modifier.

Her head snaps towards me.
"Let me go please! I won't call the police. I just want to go back home, there's someone waiting for me, he will look for me! You don't want to mess with him, he will find you and kill you." She says. I chuckle at that knowing there are not many men in this city that can take me on.

"I'm just here to do my job, let's keep conversation to well...none.. And things will go smoothly." I reply.

"Fine." She growls.

I sit back down on my chair avoiding her. I watch her struggle to sit up comfortably, she seems unbalanced for some reason. I watch her struggle a bit more before I offer to help. We have hours left with each other, I don't want to watch her do this for the rest of the night.

"I'll help you, but if you try anything I will have to use some force, and I really don't want to do that."

She doesn't say anything just nods at me. I take her exposed arm with one hand and lift her up supporting her weight with my other hand. She sits up straight breathing heavily.

"Thank you." She quietly muffles through her gag.

I sigh. Feeling pity for her,

"I'm going to take your gag off, if you scream I will put it back on. Are we clear?"

She nods eagerly. I reach behind her head and undo the knot but as her gag falls to the floor the bottom of the hood opens up and a cell phone from her shirt hits the floor beside me. The screen turns on showing a picture of Katy and I from the night before. I pause staring at the screen and all of the missed calls and texts still needing to be read.

"What the fuck.." I blurt out through my worst fear. My heart pounds painfully as I stare at it..

"No...Fuck....What the fuck! NO!" My voice grows louder as panic sets in.

That's when I lose my shit. I take the chair I was sitting on and begin to repeatedly smash it against the floor until it is pieces in my hands.

"Stop!" She yells." Please! You're scaring me!" She begins to sob.

I ignore her and continue to scream until my lungs can't push it out anymore. I fall to my knees cradling my head in my hands. I cry out in pain. Why is this happening? Why? Fuck!

"Please don't hurt me." She Pleads.

I turn to look at her. She is leaned forward with the chain supporting her up, sobbing. I tear off my mask and voice modifier and stand.

What the fuck do I do now?