Tyson dragged his new victim into his room at the cheap, cash only, motel room he had been renting while stalking Allison. He threw the man's unconscious body into one of the room's wooden chairs, zip tying his hands behind his back securely. The commotion and movement roused the man from his slumber. 3XK stat at the small wooden table, two paces from his captive. He emptied a small backpack onto the table. Both of their pistols and the bearded man's wallet came tumbling out. "You should have just shot me; You might have survived the night." Touted the ever confident killer.
"That's the thing though, you don't want to kill me; not yet."
Tyson rose from his seat; retrieving a blade from his pocket and placing it against the man's furry jugular, "Oh yeah, and why is that?" the bearded man did not flinch, bat an eye, or start to sweat, calmly he responded, "Because then you wouldn't know who I am, why I'm here, or how I found you. For a man of your intelligence, I thought you might value that information. Once you know those things, THEN you should kill me." A cocky smile was now staring Tyson in the face. 3XK retracted the knife and returned to the table, retrieving the wallet.
"But I already know who you are. Gilberto di … whatever. Says here you're a private investigator." Tyson threw the wallet back onto the table, "You're out of your league."
"One for three; Care for the other two answers?" The confidence in his captive's words started to irritate Tyson.
"Do you think this is a game?" he shouted.
Calm still, the bearded man responded, "It is as much a game for me as it is for you, and you could threaten my life for the other two answers, but I don't feel like going through all that back and forth bullshit. So let's start with question number three; Why I'm here, and rather than tell you, I'd like to show you."
"What is that? Some cheap ploy to get me to untie you?"
The bearded man rocked on the back legs of the chair to which he was tied, placing his feet up on the window sill taking a reclined, relaxed position. "Oh no, not at all. Earlier today there was a delivery for you, at the front desk. A manila envelope, standard size." The man wore and increasingly smug smile. "I'll wait."
Tyson was befuddled but intrigued, letting out a short snorting chuckle he began to exit the room, "You know, I think I like you, it's too bad I still have to kill you." The short man shrugged his shoulders to the best of his ability, and as Tyson pulled the door closed behind him he raised his voice for the first time.
"Hey grab me something from the vending machine will ya? I'm starving" The words fell deafly on 3XK's ears as he made his way to the front desk.