Dream Level 2:

Water burst through the windows.

It filled his vision.

It ruined everything.

Dream Level 1:

Nolan Ryder came spluttering to the surface of the bathtub he found himself in. He swore loudly.

"It's too early!" he yelled at his companion who was standing near the edge of the shining white tub.

They were in a hotel, and by the looks of it, a quite nice one.

"We've been compromised. Kick's coming any second." Dalton Fletch, his companion, looked very grim.

Nolan swore again.

"I don't have the info yet!"

"If he would've started the kick a second later we'd all be dead up there. We're going to have a heck of a welcoming committee when we wake up."

Even though it was nice to be able to communicate with different dream levels, sometimes he wished he didn't have to deal with this crap.

"We need to wake Morstan. Can't have him stuck in level two when the kick happens."

Dalton went over and started Morstan's kick. Nolan had a headache. Everything was going wrong. It was supposed to be simple. He, Dalton and Sirius (their forger) were to go into a man named, "Silva Morstan"'s dream. He and Sirius would then bring Morstan into a second dream level (a dream within a dream) and convince him that he needs to give him the security codes for Swiss bank account. Meanwhile, in reality, his architect and chemist would be having a, "business meeting" with the now sleeping Morstan. Everything was going picture perfect until now. Apparently Morstan's security got edgy and checked on the, "meeting".

The mission was shot. Their employer, a man named, "Kuang Su", a Chinese black market dealer who needed some extra cash, was not going to be overly happy with a failed mission. But it was too late now. Nolan had to concentrate on getting him and his team safe.

Morstan was up now and was rather confused. Being woken from a dream with wires strapped to you wasn't too comforting. But it didn't matter. The kick had taken effect.

Reality:

Nolan's eyes shot open. His chair was on the ground and his cheek was following suit. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed his Berreta. It was too late. His architect and his chemist were dead. There were two guards in the room with a few others sprawled, presumably dead, on the floor. He dropped them in a quick rage. Dalton came up behind him.

"We have to go. Morstan's bringing in backup."

Nolan looked one last time at his deceased coworkers. Then turned and followed Dalton.