"What happens if he doesn't take the drugs?" The voice said over a speaker on the cellular device, "He deals drugs, and his has been sober for over a year now." The man that was holding the phone listened to the voice on the other end. He ran his hand through his hair, and sat down in front of a desk. "Sir … I am afraid that he might not go through with this."
"Look here, if he doesn't take the drugs then the world as we know it is going to be gone. We need the other one, but we can't have both of them in the same universe when it happens." He set the phone on the desk and put it on speaker as he got up and went over to a cabinet. He pulled out some scotch and a glass, putting a couple of ice cubes in, he poured himself some scotch.
The room was filled with silence as he made his way back to the desk and the phone. "Sir … are you sure about this? Are you positive that they are on their way? I do not want to hurt the boy if …" The man cut the anxious voice off with the slam of his fist on the desk.
"I wouldn't have given the drugs to him if I wasn't sure. I haven't been undercover this long for this not to be true. Do you understand me?" His voice was taut, and it scared the disembodied voice on the other side of the phone. The man's hand was shaky as he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip. He needed to calm himself down before he burned down the place.
The voice was shaky, "I do understand, sir … but what if they get a whiff of what is going on? I do not need to be the blame if their son goes missing …" There was some shuffling in the background and some voices, they held of any more conversation for a few minutes until they knew they were in the clear. Once they were the voice started to talk again, "I'm too deep into their affairs, if this doesn't go as planned I do not need them coming after me."
"I know you are worried … but this will work. I promise you it will work."
"Yes, I know you promise that this will work … okay here. What if it does work and the other helps us, how will we get ours back? Do you have a plan for that ..?" The man never thought this through enough to know if we are able to get the kid back or not. He didn't want to tell them that he didn't have a plan yet, all he knew was the drug would work, not how he would get back.
He took another sip of the scotch and waited as he felt the burn go down his throat. What was he going to tell them? He had to come up with something and quick, he couldn't just leave them hanging like this. "Yes, I have a plan, but in the meantime you do your part in this. Call me back when he takes the drugs, and keep a good eye on the kid. You got it?" He chugged the rest of the scotch down as he waited for the reply.
"Yes, sir." The phone was hung up and set down on the desk as he got up and poured himself another glass. He was hoping this would work out. If not, then they didn't know what to do. This kid was in no way suitable to fight, but his counterpart was. They needed his counterpart, more than anyone knew.
The world depended on it.