Amanda threw back the rusty door to the bathroom, John entered.
He extended a hand.
"Amanda, the key"
Amanda dug her hand into her jeans pocket and produced a key, she followed john, carrying a skateboard under her arm.
The room was dark and smelt terrible. John remembered the room from just days before. He looked at the spot where he lay for hours.
Adam was leaning aganist the pipes on the other side of the room, still chained by the ankle, and unconcious.
John leaned down to his level and felt his pulse. Alive.
He took hold of Adam's ankle and placed the key inside of shackle lock.
"John, why are you freeing him? He failed"
"The skateboard, Amanda"
Amanda lay out the skateboard obidiently.
"Lay him on it"
She lifted him under the arms and lay him on to the skateboard, his t-shirt still blood stained.
John began to walk out of the bathroom. Amanda grabbed both Adam's arms and began to drag Adam out on the skateboard.
"I want you to remove the bullet and clear his wound. Also, replace his shirt. Tonight, I want you to leave him in his apartment lobby so that somebody can find him." He ordered.
"I will, but please, just answer me one question"
"What is that, Amanda"
"What do you want with him"
"I want to play a game."