text: [Themes: modern, drama]
  
  "Let's get started then," You agree reluctantly.
  
  "Excellent, you'll be happy to know we brought your crappy car over here, I was going originally to sell it for scrap and I suppose I should give you back the other possessions you had on you," Westfield states has he opens another desk draw, takes out your car keys, wallet and cell phone and places them on the desk. "Personally I found it rather odd that you took your driver's license with you, carrying ID while sneaking into a place isn't a particularly smart idea but anyway when you leave the guard at the security booth will give you a gun, after you kill Ryan you'll have to take a picture of his body with your phone as proof, come back here and after I confirm that Ryan is dead you and Victoria are free to go."
  
  "How do I know you'll keep your word?"
  
  "You don't, you just have to believe me, but you do know I will kill you if you fail and that should be enough reason to do this." Westfield threatens. "One last thing, it's currently slightly passed midnight you only have until six in the morning to get the job otherwise I will guarantee you'll never see your sister again."
  
  You take your possessions off Westfield's desk and leave his office. Back outside you see the parking lot beyond the administration building and find your car underneath a light pole and amongst several black sedans. You get inside and begin to drive to the exit, all the while you wonder if you really can go through with this and if Westfield will keep his promise if do. Stopping at the security booth in front of the exit, the guard inside hands you a gun.
  
  "Bring it back and don't do anything stupid," The guard warns. After placing the gun in the passenger seat you leave the chemical plant and begin the drive to eight lost river lane. You quickly find that that the plant is on the outskirts of town and it takes a good twenty to minutes to arrive. During the drive fear and panic creep into your mind, causing your hands to shake and steering the wheel become a challenge. You try to calm yourself by remembering you have to do this for Victoria. You are able to steady your hands to an extent but they still tremble slightly. When you arrive you pick up the gun, hide it under your waistband and make your way to the front door. After ringing the doorbell you begin to wait, you're not surprised that it would take someone a while to answer the door in the middle of the night but nonetheless your anxiety takes hold for a moment. At last the door opens and a man who matches the photo in the folder answers it, this is definitely Ryan.
  
  "Yeah?" Ryan greets.
  
  > try to explain your situation
  You're not a murderer but if you do nothing you'll be putting yourself and Victoria in danger. You take the gun out of your waistband and aim at Ryan.
  
  "Whoa easy there boss," Ryan responds in terror.
  
  "Shut up and listen to me," You demand. "My sister has been kidnapped by Westfield, who I'm sure you know quite well and if I don't kill you in six hours he's going to turn her into a sex slave and kill me."
  
  "I can help you but first please lower that fucking gun."
  
  You do as Ryan requests and put the gun away. "Follow me," he requests. You enter the house as Ryan leads you down a foyer and into a room where on wall is are covered with newspaper clippings covering stories about crimes allegedly committed by Westfield. Another wall has a map of Van Hove along with several pushpins over several locations, including the Hillside apartment building, Ellis and Versweyveld chemicals.
  
  "I always knew Westfield would send somebody after me one day, pretty clever of him to use an outsider instead of one his own boys," Ryan states.
  
  "Well when you're done admiring him maybe you can help me get out of this situation," You reply curtly.
  
  "Relax I got this all figured out, while wearing a wire you go back to Westfield telling him I'm dead, get him to admit he planned to kill me and I'll release the tape to the press, the police will be forced to investigate, Westfield will be brought down, my career as a journalist will be made and you and your sister will be safe, it's win win."
  
  "So I put my life on the line and you get all the glory?"
  
  "Look I'm in just as much danger as you and yes this will bring me renown but I'm sure that's the least of your worries."
  
  "Westfield needs me to take a picture of you to prove that I've killed you, how are we going to stage that?"
  
  "We'll get something that looks like blood, but I know Westfield and he's most likely going to send a cop on the take here anyway to confirm I'm dead."
  
  "How the hell do we get around that?"
  
  "Relax, I got this covered, there's this cop who isn't on the take, her name is Carla Northcutt, easy on the eyes but very uptight, anyway she wants to take down Westfield as much as I do and we help each other out sometimes, I'll contact her, let her know what we're doing, then we plant a phony 911 call, she and a few other good cops respond before the crooked one can show up and she'll call in my death."
  
  "That'll never work, they will figure it all out when your body doesn't appear at the city morgue."
  
  "Westfield will be arrested before that happens, now once you get your sister back, return to my house, I'll introduce you to Carla and she'll look after the two of you until Westfield's gang is dismantled, now first thing is first, I need something to use as blood."
  
  > use food coloring
  "We can use red food coloring," You decide.
  
  "Great I have some in the kitchen, I'll go get it, head back to the front door, that's where we'll stage my death," Ryan plans out. Returning to the entrance you wait for a moment until Ryan returns with his bathrobe stained with food coloring.
  
  "How do I look?" Ryan jokes.
  
  "Can we get this over with please?" You respond not amused. Ryan lays down on the floor while you take out your cell phone and take a picture.
  
  "That should do it," You confirm.
  
  "Great, I'm going to have to get rid of this bathrobe but it's a small sacrifice, now before you return to Westfield I'll put a wire you," Ryan goes back to the room with newspaper clippings and returns with a device about the size of your thumbnail.
  
  "This is the microphone?" You ask complete baffled.
  
  "Yeah, won't set off metal detectors, almost impossible to detect during a pat down and nearly impossible to see if you're not looking for it, welcome to the twenty first century Ben," Ryan states as he clips the device on the collar of your shirt. "Get to back to Westfield pick up your sister and come back here, nothing to it."
  
  You head out of Ryan's house and back into your car. Part of you is reveled to be away from him as his love of himself is really off putting. During the twenty minute drive, fear and anxiety reenter your mind, before the fear was there because you were unsure of how to deal with Ryan. Now it's here due to the fact you're unsure how Westfield is going to deal with you. At last you arrive back at Verseweyveld chemicals. Entering the main gate of the chemical plant, several armed men approach your car. One comes up the driver's seat and you roll down the window.
  
  "The gun," He demands.
  
  You comply and hand over the gun to him. "Follow me," He further demands and you once again comply. You get out of your car and the man leads to the warehouse that you and Victoria were held in earlier. The man takes you to the room in the back where Westfield and your sister who is now untied from the chair are waiting. Victoria seems to perk up upon seeing you, almost making a smile.
  
  "It's done," You confirm to Westfield.
  
  "Are we happy?" Westfield asks the man who brought you in.
  
  "I don't know, Northcutt responded to the scene along with Lee, Wilson and Fanning but none of our boys," The man informs.
  
  "Well this is why I wanted the picture to be taken, Ben can you show me the photo?"
  
  You hand over your cell phone with the photo of Ryan staging his death Westfield looks at it and a smug smile appears on his face. "We're happy," Westfield tells the other man.
  
  "How'd did Northcutt get there before Miller?" The man asks Westfield.
  
  "She must have recognized the address when the call came in, she and Ryan have worked together," Westfield assumes.
  
  "He did what you wanted, now let us go," Victoria demanded.
  
  "A deal's a deal, go to your brother," Westfield allows.
  
  Victoria runs up to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's get out of here," she pleads. You want to leave just as badly you need to get Westfield to admit he conspired to kill Ryan.
  
  > say "Why did you want Ryan killed?"
  "Why did you want Ryan killed?" You ask Westfield hoping to get his confusion of planning a murder.
  
  Westfield looks at you in a suspicious manner. "What an odd thing to say, who asks why they want someone killed after they've already killed them?"
  
  "Who gives a shit?" Victoria butts in as her heart begins to race.
  
  "Not to the mention one of the few clean cops in this town got to Ryan so quickly, at first I was going to dismiss that but now I have the feeling there is something you're not telling me." Westfield takes his revolver out of its holster and points it your head. "Now do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
  
  You know if you talk Westfield will kill you and if you don't he'll still kill you. Knowing this is the end you take one last look at Victoria wanting to tell her everything is going to be OK. The reality is her life is about to become a living nightmare and perhaps if you did things differently this wouldn't be her fate. Your thoughts are interrupted by the firing of Westfield's revolver and then you stop thinking entirely.