“You’ve got the wrong guy!” He shouted, dazed and confused.

Hard, calloused hands grabbed him by his ripped Metallica shirt. The dark suited men with stoic eyes said nothing as they shoved his face into the pillow on his couch and hog tied him.

“STOP! Please Stop! I don’t know what you’re doing? Why are you doing this?” He yelled more.

The suits nodded at one another and wrapped this mouth with the towel left on the floor. All he could feel was the sharp prick as the needle went into his thigh. Clear sky’s turned into mush and the crisp song his caged bird sang no longer resonated.

“Should we do it now?” Agent 1 asked.

“No, we need to take him in. Those are orders from up top.” Agent 2 replied.

“Jesus he’s huge. Why don’t they come do it themselves.” Agent 1 complained.

“Shut up and do your job.” Agent 2 snapped.

The hog tied man warily opened and shut his eye as the two suits dragged him down the hall. With the last ounce of strength he could muster he flopped his hand hard into the cabinet he was passing by on the floor and grabbed an object before the two men could see. The two men stop in front of the door.

“It’s late, let’s be quick, no one should see.” Agent 1 said.

Both men bent down to roll him into a bag, and as Agent 1 kneeled over him, he stabbed him right in the neck, blood spurting all over his mouth. Before Agent 2 could react the man grabbed the back of his neck and threw his body over the Agent. The two men wrestle for the sharp object sticking out of Agent 1’s neck. He quickly loses strength as the medicine he was given is kicking back in, but the last bit of force he had in him, he swoops the agent face first into the blunt side of the knife sticking out of Agent 2’s neck, ripping right into eye. Blood pools over both agents, slowly making its way to him. He breathes heavily. He won. This round. But he know soon someone else will come after him, hopefully he will be coherent enough to wake up in time to leave before they do.