text: "Ben, wake the fuck up!" You hear as it brings you back to reality.
  
  It takes a second for your eyes to focus as you make out a man with slicked back blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans is standing over you. The more alarming part is that you see a holster with a revolver in it on his right hip. It takes a few more seconds to figure out you are in a chair with your arms tied down to the chair arms.
  
  "Well look who is back in the world of the living, you didn't think you could follow one of my boys without them noticing did you?" the man says as a creepy smile appears on his face.
  
  As the man walks back away from you, you notice you are in a windowless room with unpainted dry wall. More importantly you're not the only one tied to a chair, as you can see Moira and your sister Victoria to your right and Detective Northcutt to your left, all in the same predicament as you.
  
  "Vic, Moira are you alright?" you cry out to them.
  
  "Ben, you need to get us the fuck out of here!" Moira shouts in a state of panic.
  
  "I'm sorry Ben, this all my fault, if I wasn't dating that asshole Steve none of this would've happened," Victoria responds.
  
  You turn your attention to Carla. "Are you OK?" You ask.
  
  "Don't worry about me," Carla's reassure as her bravery doesn't buckle in the slightest.
  
  The man stands in the middle of the room amused, by what's going on and turns his attention back to you. "I suppose now would be a good time to tell you what the fuck is going on, you see I am Westfield, I run this fucking town but lately people seem to forget that, you see your little sister's boyfriend, Steve Upton, liked to gamble at one of my racket's but had some bad luck and ran up a lot of debt that he couldn't pay, but we came to a comprise, he offered Victoria as payment, she could make me a bit of money as of my girls since she's young and pretty" Westfield explained.
  
  "But you killed him anyway," You mention as you take all the information in.
  
  "The man was willing to sell his girlfriend to pay off his debt, someone like that can't be trusted, I couldn't risk him deciding one day to tell someone who gave a fuck, all he knew about my operations, besides he lied to me, he told me your sister had no friends or family, that no one would miss her, how ironic that both a friend and a family member would come looking her"
  
  "Look he's dead, please just let us go, we never did anything to you, we won't tell anyone."
  
  "If I was going to do that, I wouldn't have bothered to bring you here in the first place you idiot, you can blame Detective Northcutt for your current predicament, you see I have people in the police who for years had told her not to go after me but she wouldn't listen, we tried to dissuade by making sure she never moved up in the force but she still insisted, after she learned that I was connected to your sister disappearing and Steve's death and wouldn't bury the case I realized I had to take more drastic measures"
  
  "Then just kill me you loquacious shit," Carla butted in.
  
  "No, there's always someone like you who gets self-righteous, determined to good in a world gone bad, these same people don't care if they live or die, so simply killing them doesn't stop the problem, by killing other's they will learn that if you try to fuck with me you don't just put yourself in danger, you put everyone around you at risk, if it's any consolation, I don't plan on killing Victoria, I mean I did go through a lot of trouble to get her, she's just here to watch you die, I think of it as a way to break her in, the memories of her brother and her best friend getting their brains blown out will crush any ideas about being disobedient "
  
  "You fucking asshole!" Moira shouts. Westfield turns his attention to her.
  
  "Well maybe I'll spare you along with Victoria, killing a pretty little thing like you would seem like a waste," Westfield suggests in a perverted way.
  
  Westfield continues to talk and with his back turned, you try to find a way out. You noticed the rope tying your right hand is lose, it seems that Westfield was in the process of tying your right hand when Moira shouted at you to wake up earlier. The distraction caused him not to finish the job properly. You are able to wiggle your hand free and soon untie your left hand. You need to end this quickly, you could try to sneak up on Westfield and take him out or you could sneak over to Carla, untie her and let her deal with him. Carla is trained for this and would have a better chance of succeeding, but walking over and untying her would take more time and if Westfield notices you, he'll kill you in a second.
  
  > untie Carla
  Slowly you get up from your chair and carefully walk over to Carla.
  
  "I could always use more girls, I bet you'd quickly become my most profitable harlot." Westfield continued to harass Moira.
  
  You walk up to Carla who says nothing to avoid giving you away. Before long you have her freed from her restraints and she walks up to Westfield. He begins to around but by then it's too later as Carla gives a right hook that connects with his jaw and knocks him to the floor. You quickly go to untie Victoria as Carla unties Moira.
  
  "Vic, thank god you're alright" You say you as give Victoria a hug.
  
  "Forgive me, I should've told about Steve but I was worried you'd start treating him like was no good, then it turns it he actually was no good" Victoria rambles on in obvious state of shock.
  
  "It's OK, you're safe and that's all that matters"
  
  "You did alright kiddo," Moira says with approval she hugs you.
  
  You walk to Carla. "So what do we do now?"
  
  "We need to call for help and figure out where the fuck we are," Carla explains.
  
  "I think we at the Versweyveld chemical plant, I saw a sign before I was knocked out."
  
  "Ok, stick together, follow my lead and we'll get through this" Carla orders. Suddenly a gunshot rings out and you see Westfield as propped himself up against a wall holding his revolver while blood drips out of his mouth.
  
  > throw chair
  You grab the chair that you were formerly tied and throw it at Westfield causing him to instinctively cover his head with his arms. With the gun briefly not pointed at her, Carla is able to run up and grab Westfield by the wrist, trying to prop the revolver from his hands. The two struggle a bit, but finally Carla gains the upper hand and pulls the gun from Westfield's hand.
  
  "Don't move asshole" The detective demands as she keeps the gun firmly pointed at Westfield. The warning proves to be fruitless as he charges at Carla anyway, prompting her to shoot him several times in the chest. Victoria screams at the sight, as Carla checks Westfield's pulse.
  
  "He's gone," Carla confirms.
  
  You turn around to comfort to your sister who is trying to adjust to both being kidnapped and seeing a man get shot to death. As approach Vic, you notice Moira is sitting on the floor, her hand over a wound on her leg, apparently when Westfield fired the first shot she got hit.
  
  "Moira are you alright?" You ask with grave concern as Carla rushes over to check on her.
  
  "It hurts so fucking bad!" Moira cries in pain.
  
  Carla walks over and briefly examines Moira's injury. She then rips off part of a sleeve of her shirt and wraps around the wound, "The bullet went through and didn't hit any arteries, but we need get her to a hospital now," Carla concludes.
  
  "Any ideas on how to do that?" Victoria asks.
  
  Carla heads back over to Westfield's body and begins to check its pockets. "Fuck" she shouts in disappointment.
  
  "What's wrong?" You respond.
  
  "That bastard took our cell phones when he brought us in here and he doesn't have one, we're going to have find a way out of here and call for help.
  
  "I can't fucking walk!" Moira screams.
  
  "Moira please calm down," Victoria tries to reason.
  
  "One of us is going have to carry her, Victoria won't be strong enough, so one either Ben or I are going to have to do it, and someone else is going to have to take point"
  
  > take point while Carla carries Moira
  "I'll take point, Carla you should carry Moira, Victoria stay behind them," You instruct.
  
  Carla picks up Moira and carries her via piggyback. "Couldn't you have taken that psycho's gun away, after you slugged him, you know so he couldn't fucking shot me," Moira criticizes.
  
  "Shut up or we're going to get noticed," Carla snaps back.
  
  The four head to a small door leading out of the room. The next room is larger and also has unpainted drywall. There are barrels to the left and right of you. On the opposite wall is a shutter and another door to the left of it. "This must be a storage room," Victoria concludes.
  
  You open the next door and find yourself in a large warehouse with a large shutter on the right that is open and leading to the outside world. As you head towards you fail to check your surroundings and don't notice two guards sitting at a table playing poker. They however, notice you and when they do they take their guns out and shoot you, a lot. Luckily during the commotion Carla, Moira and Victoria are able to make their escape.