Here comes the next chaper.
I don't remember whether I mentioned it earlier or not, but this is a few years into the future...
(Don't know if it will matter in this story yet... But that's where I think the story happens...)

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The blue door opened, and a weathered man stepped inside. He was the picture of an old sailor; grey beard reaching down to his shirt, worn and wrinkly from working outside his whole life. There was no telling how old the man might be. He could be anywhere between 45 and 85…

He walked past Roy, and stopped in front of Oliver. He hunched down in front of him, and his knees creaked as he sat down. As if they begged for mercy…

"You're the mastermind of this operation, aren't you?" he asked Oliver directly. "Do you really think two people in masks and suits is enough to stop me?"

He nudged Oliver's right foot as he asked, causing Oliver to bite back a moan.

"Who else knows you're here? Whom are you working for? Does anyone else know about the package?" the man stood back up, and his knees complained even more as he did so. "Anyone coming for you boys?"

This time he kicked Oliver's right foot, it wasn't that hard a kick, but it sure was painful and effective.

Oliver's face twisted in pain as a whimper left his lips. He pressed his eyes together and breathed through gritted teeth, trying to cling on to what control he had left.

"Tell me! Or I will introduce you to pain you've never felt before!" his voice was cold as ice, when he leaned down and spoke to Oliver at face-level.

His steel blue eyes looked dead inside, they were of that kind you would think could burn through anything. Kind of like the ones Oliver was sporting too…

"Bring. It." Oliver said with a determined growl.

A second man walked in through the door. This one was much younger, or at least he looked much younger. Maybe in his mid to late 30's.

He walked over to where Oliver sat, pushed him forward and cut the part of the rope that was tied to the hinge.

Then he literally lifted Oliver up into a standing position. Oliver visibly winced as the move made something within his leg shift and jar.

The younger man did a sympathy wince, but then he placed one hand on Oliver's collar and pushed him towards the door.

Roy felt sorry for him when he saw how heavily he limped. He hadn't seen it that bad in years…


Yeah, yeah...
I know... I am supposed to torture Roy...
But why can't I play around with Oliver first?