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You take a moment and inhale an icy breath of angst and anticipation. You decide to follow the note that you believe may hold your fate. Walking out of your apartment into the crowded city streets, you tune out your surroundings and set your focus to only the building a block away. After a few blinks, you can clearly see a black vehicle puttering in front of the entrance. You're quick to acknowledge the lack of a liscene plate. Your steps slow with every movement. This could be your end. As you approach the vehicle supplied with heavily tinted windows, the back door opens. You know it's for you, but you see no one in the back seat. You step inside and take your seat on the cool leather. You are too stunned for words and you know anything you were to say would be in audible from fear. You look up at the rear view mirror and are met with BANG.

You wake up in a haze. Your vision is blurred from the blow earlier but you scense of smell is overcomed with a musty stench and the salt of your sweat stings a discovered gash on your forehead.

You try to move your hands to inspect your wounds but find they are tied together around a chair. As you sight comes into focus once more, you relize you are bound hostage in the middle of a windowless warehouse.

A switch Clicks

A bright light beams directly into your eyes and is accompanied by the intimidating voice of a course man

"We're glad you came" he says "Your time has come" another voice says, joing the group "You are about to meet your potential. We have waited a long time for this" A 3rd voice continues

"What are you talking about?" you stutter out "Why me?"

"You already know." states the first voice "It is time for the code"

"What code!?" you frustratingly reply. "You have me mistaken"

"No we do not" the second voice says "You have been working for us your whole life think about it"

you begin to thrash around your seat. This cannot be real. "I told you. This is dillusional. I know nothing. What Code? For what? I work at rockefeller center! I don't work for you"

you look up in a panic but the intesity of the light is too much to distinguish the features of the figures before you

"Oh, but you do" says a new voice. "You've known all along" The tone of this new voice sounds painfully familiar. As footsteps approach behind you, the light dims, and you discover your best friend, John, standing before you. A gleaming grin spreads across his face

"John" You gasp, "What is this!?!? What are you doing? Please help me! I don't kn--" "Shhhhhhh" John says cutting you off. "Everything is going to be fine my friend. I have known you your whole life. I sincerly apologize for the harsh brutality, but we had to ensure your co-operation. You see, this is not something I can discuss with you outside of these private walls. LET HIM LOOSE" he says, you feel the blade of a knife gently pass along your palms as your hands are freed. Yet, your hope remains squandered as your feet are tied together aroudn the base of the chair.

"Sorry pal, had to make sure you wouldn't run away. But relax, we'll have you out of here soon an it will all go back to normal. TRUST ME"

He extends his hand to you.

Trust your best friend Don't trust your friend