John walked out of the front door and went down the street. He was a few blocks away when he passed a dark alley. He heard hurried footsteps, and he turned slightly before a force crashed into him, knocking him to the ground. He struggled, but his eyes were covered and a cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. He held his breath and wildly aimed a punch, but still he felt himself slowly drifting out of consciousness…
John woke up in a small room, a cubicle. There was a strong smell of chlorine, and he could faintly hear water gently splashing. He looked upwards to see three men standing over him, two thugs and…another man. He looked familiar. Was he Molly's boyfriend? The gay one? No, surely not.
The strange man grinned as John sat up, rubbing his head. "So glad you could make it, Johnny," he drawled. "Welcome to the party."
A few minutes later, John was standing up, wearing various explosives with a ridiculously large overcoat over the top. An earpiece was being attached. Jim, as the man was called, was speaking to him.
"Now, you know the drill. You trot out there, say what I say, or else."
"Or else what?" he demanded through clenched teeth, already knowing the answer.
Jim smiled and flourished his fingers. "Bang!"