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  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 ketchup
  "We can use ketchup," 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 covered in ketchup.
  
  "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, as Westfield views it, an annoyed expression appears on his face. "The fuck is this?" Westfield asks angrily.
  
  "I killed Ryan," You insist.
  
  "He did what you wanted, now let us go," Victoria demanded.
  
  "You really thought a photo of a guy covered in ketchup would fool me?" Westfield asks rhetorically. "You tried to fuck me over and now you'll learn what happens to people who try to fuck me over, your sister's fate won't be as pleasant.." Westfield takes his revolver out of its holster and shoots you in the head. Victoria screams both because of your death and her fate being sealed.