Baggage

“1 minute left to get off the place.” Reminding him of the time before the securities notice that the screens on their monitor were manipulated. He wraps Brian on a blanket and run out of the place, he took the stairs and I put every door on the floor on lock. He gets in the parking lot and placed Brian at the back of the car.

“30 seconds late.” I am slowly putting most of monitor back to its original view aside from the parking area. “Run out Chris, I will be setting things in normal in 10 seconds.” He stepped on the gas and went out of the place. He is now driving on the road.

“Where are you bringing him?”

“To you.” And he drive towards my direction, I watched the screen as it tries to locate his exact location.

Crap, how can this old building handle such tension? Suddenly the memory of the man we buried flashes in my head. Where are we burying Brian this time? This job is indeed bloody; I reme