I swerved around the corner. The others had found a way out of the building and were chasing me with guns in their hands, waving them around as they tried to catch me.

I had never driven a truck, let alone a dump truck. The back swerved about, throwing me off as I rode. I need to get out of this thing, I decided, otherwise it'll kill me.

I swerved again, purposely heading towards a wall. I swerved again so that the back of the car was only visible and not the front. I opened my door and dived out, rolling into a small alley between two buildings. The complex was much bigger than I had initially thought.

The men ran to the truck, stopped and turned around. "There's no way he could 'av survived that" One said. "Aye," Another said, "let's get outta here"

Once they were gone I emerged. Idiots, I thought, not even going to check? Their stupidity worked to my advantage though, as they wouldn't ever realize that I wasn't even in the truck on impact.

"Nice going idiot" Harrison said, his paws clamped hard on my coat's shoulder handles.

"You couldn't have done any better" I retorted.

"Duh," Harrison replied, "I can't even reach the wheel"

"Exactly" I replied, checking one last time to make sure that the men were gone, then quickly slipping away.

The file was still in my hand, so I quickly slipped it into my jacket.

I made my way to the truck, then worked my way slowly around it. "I need to figure out more." I said, "I need to know what H is"

"Why are you so curious about this?" Harrison asked. "It's not like it's part of the job or anything"

"I know," I replied, "but I'm curious now. I need to know whether or not this is a big deal or just another dumb scheme"

Harrison sighed, "Alright." He replied, "But don't go too deep into this. Whenever you get involved in one of these 'schemes' we run out of money"

"I know," I replied, "I know. I just want to make sure that it's nothing to sweat over"

Looking both ways, I snuck back around to the complex where I had first entered. By now everyone was pretty much in the main building. Pretty much everyone. I grabbed the man at the very end, cupping my hand over his mouth and pulling him aside.

I pushed him against the wall of the complex as I waited for everyone to disappear into the building. When they all had I brought him farther away and to a more secure and hidden area, I pulled my hand away. He opened it to scream, and my instinct took over, making me punch him hard squarely in the face.

I grabbed his shirt collar, "What's your boss planning?" I demanded.

"I wouldn't tell a person like ya" He replied.

I punched him again.

"I'm not asking" I told him.

"I ain't squealing" He persisted.

I sighed, "Look boy," I started, "I don't have time for your crap. Give me some straight answers or your going straight into the ground. We clear?"

He nodded, "Clear as crystal," he replied, "I still ain't sayin' nuttin'"

I pulled out my knife, holding it to his neck, "Like I said," I started, "I'm. Not. Asking"

"Why do you care so much?" He asked, "You're just a stupid mercenary, aren't you? A paid gun?"

"You've piqued my interest" I replied, leaning in close to him and pressing my knife blade closer to his neck. It started to draw blood.

He didn't reply.

"Do you want to die?" I asked, "Because trust me, if you don't talk, I'll kill you grab another one of your buddies and do the same thing. If he doesn't talk, he dies and I take another. The cycle will just repeat"

Silence.

"So what'll it be?" I asked, "How many people do you want to die because of you?" It wouldn't be because of him, but I could speak proper English, which made me sound smarter than him. He'd probably believe anything I told him, considering how stupid he was.

"Fine," He replied, "I'll talk. I'll talk. Ease up o' dat knife"

I pulled my knife back, but kept it against his neck.

"Look," he started, "I don't know what da plan is. All I know is dat dere's gonna be dis party soon. Da bossman gonna be dere, maybe ya could talk ta 'im dere?"

"Where's this party going to be?" I asked.

"Gee, uh," He started, "I tink it's gonna be back in town. Ten Erith Court or sometin'."

"Good," I replied, "anything else that you want to tell me?"

"Ya." He replied, "Ya ain't stoppin' us, ya freak! Ya can't jes strut in 'ere and tell us off!"

"I'll do whatever I need to" I told him.

"Say," the man started, "what's ta stop me from screamin' ma head off right now? Everyone 'ould come runnin'"

I slit his throat, causing blood to pour out onto the ground.

"This."