Prolouge
He stared down at the three sachets of powder in front of him. He had spent months preparing himself for this moment yet there was still a part of his mind that was screaming ; " Don't do it, find another way!" He focused on the man in front of him to help block out the voice. He was a short grubby man with a small amount of teeth and an even smaller amount of hair, yet he was still one of the more handsome inhabitants of the bar. "Do you want them or not?" the grubby man asked in voice which reeked of alcohol.
He knew what he should do, he should simply walk away from this rat of a man and forget about his insane plan, a plan which he wasn't sure would work anyway. Yes that was the most sensible, most logical option. Instead he threw the man his money and snatched up the sachets. Simon Tamm had just sealed his fate.
